Scarface - I'm Black Lyrics
They try to take advantage of a nigga cause Im blackThey lookin at me strange so Im lookin at they ass backI got a little problem so Im writin you a noteA letter to the kkk from the black folksIm tryin to get it on, tryin to check the gripAnd there goes officer cracker tryin to sink my *****en battleshipTurnin on his flashers, callin up the dogsNow my lexus coupe is flex surrounded by the hogsSnatchin out my seats, tellin me I sell dopeAm I on probation or parole? I tell em ***** no!Tell me mister officer, whats the problem?Whats the matter?Why you gotta treat us like scum? is it that aNiggas doin a tad bit better than you?And brutality is all that you crackers can doAnd mark me up for resistin yo assWhen in reality officer friendly kicked my ass, damn!You overflex your authority tooPut your foot in my shoe, and let me try on your bootSo I can run it in reverseYou can treat me like god, and I can treat you like dirt!The 22 years I been here I sawMother*****ers disrespect God before they disrespect the lawBut yo I gots ta diss emCuz I refuse to be mislead by this ungodly systemMister president I beatin on yo back doI make yo mind doin rap but Im black doe... niggaWe are united states of america. you honestly believeJust because you wear bags that means you care?You have the right to abuse and treat my people likeTheyre animals on the street? Ill be damned youreBloods will flow with the hands of the black manIn the same streets that you killed me and my brothers in.Mister mister officer, mister officer, mister sergeantJust because Im young and Im black Im a target?You say Im sellin dope but you fakeCuz young dope dealers flash cash and make mistakesAnd besides we aint dealin no moLook at my hood, we aint killin no mo soEverybodys yellin peaceThe only war thats goin on is goin on with the policeCuz they aint stoppin with the bullshitIf they could theyd lock us up with some chains and swing a bull whipCuz they figure theyre the masterAnd they can take you to jail or take your lifesThem sorry bastardsThat makes me wonder whyThe five-o can determine if we live or if a nigga diesAnd to me that shit is bullOnly God can take life but I still gotta watch the lawIts bad enough I watch the next gBut even worse I gots ta watch the mother*****ers who protect meThey *****en packin gats yoThey serve and protect, they dont respect cuz Im black hoeEvery black man that is a car jacker will start jackinPolice cars and watch jaw brains shad on the dashboard.Why when you pull us over you show us your pistols beforeYou aks us for our drivers license? somethin is not right!Rollin through my hood in my mother*****in dropperGettin tailgated by a mother*****in copperBut I aint got respect for you mother*****in dickheadsCuz yall was straight hoes back in school nerdy shitheadsI finally figured out why you *****es roll in packsCuz niggas who aint shit talk loud and pack gatsYou got a *****en pistol, now you think youre a vip manBut you can get cut becuase youd be just like the next manHoldin me for nothinRunnin my *****en license platesMy plates come cleanYou call the deaThe deaSays Im a known drug dealerStraight born killerA mother*****in wig splitterHe dont know shit about a nigga but Im blackAs far as hes concerned all niggas push crackAnd plus Im 22, that really makes em checkA drop-top benz, lexus coupe, no respectI gotta be doin long Im hidin somethin from the demonsHe gotta be stringin yale, lets play someone thats pregnantCuz niggas cant have shit but Im a mother*****in troopYou come to us like lukeUndercover david dukeMister david dukeMister officerMister mister masterIm pickin out your coffin sirDie mother*****ers, Ill send your folks my worstA breast of pig in a mother*****in hearseSo ***** you mother*****ers, punk *****es take thatCuz Im real with the shit that I speak cuz i...(outro)
