Psssshh, I guess niggaz don't realize a good thing til it's gone You know what I'm sayin man? Runnin around in these streets trickin, shit's hard man You know? But sometimes man fools be bringin that shit on they god damn self
Verse One
Nappy headed nigga stigmatism at birth Born to a family of four and so that makes me one-fourth of a dysfunctional home I had a father who only stayed to see me grown When I turned twelve he was gone Alone, no role model I used to watch my Granddaddy and Uncle hit the bottle and then hit each other Granddaddy beat Grandmother, but that's before my time but I still see how it affected her mind As a child I introverted, and drew pictures While my mother prayed to Jesus reading King James scriptures She used to take me to church so I could put money in the basket Tell the preacher how she used to get her ass kicked And me, I mastered the art of hatred After pops left ran with my niggaz tryin to take shit Petty theft, I got caught a few times, but bust it Life is a bitch so fuck it In eighty-one I remember the night I covered myself with baby powder, so my black ass could be light Cause God is white, and Bo Derek is a ten I hate my black skin, it's just a sin to be a nigga Then again, I'm like the Frenchman, cause Granny's creole And therefore, we're black French people So I think it's best if I go to Catholic school And study under nuns and then I'll be a Catholic fool Cause none of these cults want none of us up and don't none want to see none of us live to be adults, sheeit No wonder brothers take lives for red and blue It's the evil that men do
Chorus
But every nigga on my block can't stop, and he won't stop, and he don't stop (repeat 4X)
Interlude
Nigga, nigga wake yo' punk ass up nigga! Nigga *smack* *smack* wake yo', wake yo' punk ass up!! *siren* (Where the fuck we at?) *helicopter* Nigga, one time nigga (Man I feel strange man, and I'm fin to go man) Shit, I'ma get you out, shit, bitches man) (Fuck that shit man, nigga what the fuck am I gonna do man?) *siren* We go make another gold LP nigga stop trippin nigga Nigga we own a gold LP, nigga stop trippin!
Verse Two
By the time I hit adolescence and found hair on my nuts I grew twelve inches so now it's time to fuck sluts Never respected women, just had to keep my dick wet Fucked this virgin named Lena, I made a bet with my homies I could hit it first, then kicked her to the curb til next year, I got a call from my man Kurt Since I never used jims I left a seed in the Earth that left a nigga feelin like dirt Cause now I'm a father, and got a two-week old daughter ironically, don't even know her name it's a damn shame And ol girl never told me she was havin my baby The more I thought about, she fuckin played me Cause the family's lookin at me like I raped her Plus with another fuckin mouth to feed I need paper Did a caper, and took my Guinness Stout to the head September 1990, drunk drivin, the light turned red Somebody hit from the rear, I hit the brakes Then lost control of the steering wheel Hit a black Camaro and that's all I remember that night I woke up to a five-oh flashlight The car that I hit had exploded on impact One woman escaped, but the driver was trapped, he burned to death Manslaughter, off to C-Y-A Liftin weights in the yard and playin spades all day Now I'm eighteen, hit the County in the mix "Name and last three!" Austin, oh-six-six By now Grandpa went crazy and my Uncle had died And me I'm at the ranch makin pruno in Wayside In ninety-three, I got probation Searchin for an occupation, cause now I'm pickin restitution, confusion I'm lookin at myself and seein every other nigga I knew It's the evil that men do
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