They lookin' at me strange so I'm lookin' at they ass back
 I got a little problem so I'm writin' you a note
 A letter to the KKK from the black folks
 I'm tryin' to get it on  tryin' to check the grip
 and there goes officer cracker tryin' to sink my fucken battleship
 Turnin' on his flashers  callin' up the dogs
 now my Lexus Coupe is flex surrounded by the hogs
 Snatchin' out my seats, tellin' me I sell dope
 am I on probation or parole? I tell 'em fuck no!
 Tell me mister officer, what's the problem?
 what's the matter?
 Why you gotta treat us like scum? Is it that a
 nigga's doin' a tad bit better than you?
 and brutality is all that you crackers can do
 and mark me up for resistin' yo ass
 when in reality officer friendly kicked my ass, damn!
 You overflex your authority too
 Put your foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boot
 So I can run it in reverse
 you can treat me like god, and I can treat you like dirt!
 The 22 years I been here I saw
 motherfuckers disrespect god before they disrespect the law
 but yo I gots ta diss 'em
 cuz I refuse to be mislead by this ungodly system
 mister president I beatin' on yo back do'
 I make yo mind doin' rap but I'm black doe... nigga

 "We are United States of America. You honestly believe
 just because you wear bags that means you care?
 You have the right to abuse and treat my people like
 they're animals on the street? I'll be damned you're
 bloods will flow with the hands of the black man
 in the same streets that you killed me and my brothers in."

 Mister mister officer, mister officer, mister sergeant
 Just because I'm young and I'm black I'm a target?
 You say I'm sellin' dope but you fake
 cuz young dope dealers flash cash and make mistakes
 and besides we ain't dealin' no mo'
 look at my hood, we ain't killin' no mo' so
 everybody's yellin' peace
 The only war that's goin' on is goin' on with the police
 cuz they ain't stoppin' with the bullshit
 If they could they'd lock us up with some chains and swing a bull whip
 cuz they figure they're the master
 and they can take you to jail or take your lifes
 them sorry bastards
 That makes me wonder why
 the five-o can determine if we live or if a nigga dies
 and to me that shit is bull
 only god can take life but I still gotta watch the law
 It's bad enough I watch the next G
 but even worse I gots ta watch the motherfuckers who protect me
 They fucken packin gats yo
 They serve and protect, they don't respect cuz I'm black hoe

 "Every black man that is a car jacker will start jackin'
 police cars and watch jaw brains shad on the dashboard.
 Why when you pull us over you show us your pistols before
 you aks us for our drivers license? Somethin' is not right!"

 Rollin through my hood in my motherfuckin' dropper
 Gettin' tailgated by a motherfuckin' copper
 But I ain't got respect for you motherfuckin' dickheads
 cuz y'all was straight hoes back in school nerdy shitheads
 I finally figured out why you bitches roll in packs
 cuz niggas who ain't shit talk loud and pack gats
 You got a fucken pistol, now you think you're a VIP man
 but you can get cut becuase you'd be just like the next man
 Holdin' me for nothin'
 Runnin' my fucken license plates
 My plates come clean
 You call the DEA
 The DEA
 says I'm a known drug dealer
 straight born killer
 a motherfuckin' wig splitter
 He don't know shit about a nigga but I'm black
 As far as he's concerned all niggas push crack
 and plus I'm 22, that really makes 'em check
 a drop-top Benz, Lexus Coupe, no respect
 I gotta be doin' long I'm hidin' somethin' from the demons
 He gotta be stringin' yale, let's play someone that's pregnant
 cuz niggas can't have shit but I'm a motherfuckin' troop
 You come to us like Luke
 Undercover David Duke
 Mister David Duke
 Mister officer
 Mister mister master
 I'm pickin' out your coffin sir
 Die motherfuckers, I'll send your folks my worst
 a breast of pig in a motherfuckin' hearse
 So fuck you motherfuckers, punk bitches take that
 cuz I'm real with the shit that I speak cuz I...

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