Тональность: G major•
Intro 1
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They try to take ad
Verse 1
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vantage of a nigga cause I'm black
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They lookin' at me strange so
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I'm lookin' at they ass back
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G
I got a little problem so I'm
Dm
writin' you a note
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G
Cm
A letter to the KKK from the black folks
C
Cm
Bb
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I'm try in' to get it on
Dm
tryin' to check the grip
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G
And there goes officer cracker tryin'
to sink my fuckin' battleship
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Bb
G
Turnin' on his flashers
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callin' up the dogs
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G
Now my Lexus Coupe is flex
Cm
surrounded by the hogs
G
Snatchin' out my seats,
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Cm
tellin' me I sell dope
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Am I on probation or parole?
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I tell 'em fuck no!
G
Tell me mister officer,
what's the problem?
Dm
Cm
What's the matter?
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Why you gotta treat us like
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Bb
scum? Is it that a
G
Cm
G
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
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Bb
kicked my ass, damn!
G
Dm
Cm
You over flex your authority too
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Put your foot in my shoe,
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Bb
and let me try on your boot
G
Dm
Cm
So I can run it in reverse
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You can treat me like god,
Cm
C
and I can treat you like dirt!
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G
The 22 years I been
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Bb
here I saw
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Cm
Motherfuckers disrespect god
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G
before they disrespect the law
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Bb
But yo I gots ta diss 'em
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G
Cause I refuse to be mislead
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by this ungodly system
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Cm
Mister president I beatin'
on yo back do'
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G
Cm
I make yo mind doin' rap but
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Bb
I'm black doe, nigga
Verse 2
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Dm
"We are United States of Amer
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ica. You honestly believe
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Just because you wear bags
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G
that means you care?
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Cm
You have the right to abuse
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and treat my people like
They're animals on the street?
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C
I'll be damned you're
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G
Bloods will flow with the
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hands of the black man
G
In the same streets that you killed
me and my brothers in."
Verse 3
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Dm
Mister mister officer, mister officer,
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Just because I'm young and
Cm
I'm black I'm a target?
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Cm
dope but you fake
G
Cause young dope dealers flash
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Bb
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cash and make mistakes
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Cm
And besides we ain't dealin' no mo'
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G
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we ain't killin' no mo' so
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Cm
Everybody's yellin' peace
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G
The only war that's goin' on
Cm
is goin' on with the police
G
Cause they ain't stoppin'
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Cm
with the bullshit
G
If they could they'd lock us up with
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Bb
some chains and swing a bull whip
G
Cause they figure they're
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the master
G
And they can take you to jail
or take your life's
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G
Them sorry bastards
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That makes me wonder why
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The five- o can determine if we
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live or if a nigga dies
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And to me that shit is bull
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Only god can take life but I still
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gotta watch the law
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Cm
It's bad enough I watch tahe next G
G
But even worse I got's ta watch the
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motherfuckers who protect me
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Cm
They fuckin' packing gat s yo
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They serve and protect,
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Dm
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they don't respect 'cause I'm black hoe
Verse 4
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Dm
"Every black man that is a car
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jacker will start jackin'
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Police cars and watch jaw brains
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Gm
G
shad on the dashboard.
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Cm
Why when you pull us over
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you show us your pistols before
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You aks us for our drivers license?
Bb
Somethin' is not right!"
Verse 5
Cm
Rollin through my hood in my
motherfuckin' dropper
Gettin' tailgated by a
motherfuckin' copper
G
But I ain't got respect for you
motherfuckin' dickheads
'cause y'all was straight hoes back
Dm
in school nerdy shitheads
Bb
Gm
G
I finally figured out why you
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bitches roll in packs
Cm
Cause niggas who ain't
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Cm
shit talk loud and pack gats
C
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G
You got a fuckin' pistol,
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Cm
now you think you're a VIP man
G
But you can get cut because you'd
Cm
be just like the next man
G
Holdin' me for nothin'
Dm
Runnin' my fuckin' li cense plates
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G
My plates come clean
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The DEA
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Dm
Says I'm a known drug dealer
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Bb
Gm
Straight born killer
G
Cm
A motherfuckin' wig splitter
G
He don't know shit about
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a nigga but I'm black
G
As far as he's concerned
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G
Cm
all niggas push crack
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Bb
G
And plus I'm 22, that
Cm
really makes 'em check
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A drop- top Benz,
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Cm
Lexus Coupe, no respect
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I gotta be doin' long I'm hidin'
Cm
somethin' from the demons
Gm
He gotta be stringin' yale,
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Cm
let's play someone that's pregnant
Bb
Cause niggas can't have shit but
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I'm a motherfucking troop
You come to us like Luke
Undercover David Duke
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Mister mister master
G
I'm pickin' out your coffin sir
Dm
I'll send your folks my worst
G
A breast of pig in a motherfucking hearse
Cm
G
So fuck you motherfuckers,
Dm
punk bitches take that
Cm
Cause I'm real with the
Gm
shit that I speak 'cause I
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