What's up? Yo, this Senor Rollins trying to jack a nigga up cause a nigga with a perm rollin on a coupe with gold Yo, man, what's up? This Rod, mother***er jack me up, rollin around bumpin cause music's loud, you know what I'm sayin? Yo, this Neal to the G all mother***in cops just jack me cause I'm drinkin beer and milk balance What's up, man? Alright, man, *** em I don't give a ***, lay the whiskey to my limit, I'm all lit I might blow up any minute, did it again And now I'm in the back of the pack And while this cop's bragging about the nigga he died in I see no justice All I see is niggas dying fast, sound of a gun blast Then watch the hurts pass Just another day in the life, G Gotta step light, because cops try to snipe The cash, they don't wanna stop I'm a brother, man, but then I have an accident to pick up another man I went to the bank to cash my check I get more respect from a mother***in dumbass The grannies in American music shows They rip us like hoes They got dope, but they hate us, though You better keep your mind on the real *** *** tryna get with these crooked-ass hypocrites The way they see it, we was meant to be kept down Just can't understand Why we gettin respect now Mama told me there'd be days like this But I'm fixed, cause it stays like this And now they tryna *** me off the Kuwait Give me a break How much *** can a nigga take? I ain't going nowhere, no how Push when the throat's down Better bring the gun, pal Cause this is the day we make em pay *** bailing hate, I'm bailing straight with an AK And even if they shoot me down There'll be another nigga bigger From the mother***in Instagram So step, but you better step quick Cause the clock's going tick, and I'm sick of the bull*** You're watching the makings of a psychopath As you sit and laugh Before the wrath and aftermath Who's that behind the trigger? Who do you think? A mother***in 90's nigga Ready to ***in rip *** up I had enough, yeah And I just don't give a *** But niggas ain't just the blacks It's also a gang of mother***ers dressed in blue slacks They said niggas hanging packs and their attitudes are ***ty And tell me who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city And certain niggas like to do niggas So me and a cop are just two niggas A street walker nigga and a beach walker nigga With a badge And his future and his past with a blast Take his cash before I dash and bash his head in Copy matches dead in, and that's just his luck Cause a nigga like Pete don't really give a *** What's in the store? What's everybody staring at? They act like they've never seen a mother***er wearing black Following a nigga's *** Ain't this a bitch? All I wanted was some chips I wanna take my business elsewhere But where? Cause who in the hell cares About a black man with a black knee They wanna jack me like some kind of black fiend I wonder if he knows that my income Is more than his pension Salary and *** sum Your daughter is my number one fix And your tri-fast wife wants a life with a black man So who's the mac and fat? Who's the blackjack? Sit back and get fat off the fat cat While he thinks that he's getting over I bust a move as smooth as Casanova And count another quick mil I'm getting paid for my trade but it's still real And if you look between the lines You'll find a rhyme As strong as a ***ing nun Males stacked up, niggas wanna act up Let's put the cats up And throw your blacks up But the cops getting dropped by the gunshot Used to come but he's done Now we run the block Tell my brothers stay strong, keep your heads up They know we fed up But they just don't give a *** They just don't give a *** I gotta give my *** off *** you to the San Francisco Police Department *** you to the Marin County Sheriff's Department *** you to the FBI *** you to the CIA *** you to the BUSH *** you to the American kicker *** you to all you Redneck prejudice mother***ers That wanna *** me *** y'all Punk, gay, sensitive Little dick *** Tupac lives mother***ing down Y'all can all *** And *** And my Uncle Thomas' balls *** y'all Punks, punks, punks...