Us

Could you tell me who released our animal instinct?

And the white man sittin' there tickled pink

Laughin' at us on the avenue

Bustin' caps at each other after havin' brew

We can't enjoy ourselves

Too busy jealous... Of each other's wealth

Commin' up is just in me

But the Black community is full of envy

Too much back-stabbin'

While I look out the window I see all the japs grabbin'

Every vacant lot in my neighborhood

Build a store, and sell their goods

To the county of recips

You know us po niggas: nappy hair and big lips?

Four or five babies on your crotch

And you expect Uncle Sam to help us out?

We ain't nothin' but porch monkeys

To the average bigot, redneck honky

You say comin' up is a must

But before we can come up, take a look at US

And all y'all dope-dealers...

You're as bad as the po-lice- cause ya kill us

You got rich when you started slangin' dope

But you ain't built us a supermarket

So when can spend our money with the blacks

Too busy buyin' gold an' Caddilacs

That's what ya doin' with the money that ya raisin'

Exploitin' us like the Caucasians did

For 400 years - I got 400 tears- for 400 peers

Died last year from gang-related crimes

That's why I got gang-related rhymes

But when I do a show ta kick some facts

Us Blacks don't know how ta act

Sometimes I believe the hype, man

We messin' up ourselves and blame the white man

But don't point the finger you jiggaboo

Take a look at yourself ya dumb nigga you

Pretty soon hip-hop won't be so nice

No Ice Cube, just Vannilla Ice

And yall sit and scream and cus

But there's no one ta blame- but US

US ... will always sing the blues

'Cause all we care about is hairstyles and tennis shoes

But if ya step on mine ya pushed a button

"Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin'

Just like a beast

But I'm the first nigga ta holler out {PEACE, BLACK MAN}

I beat my wife and children to a pulp

When I get drunk and smoke dope

Got a bad heart condition

Still eat hog-mogs an' chitlin's

Bet my money on the dice and the horses

Jobless, so I'm a hope for the armed forces

Go to church but they tease us

Wit' a picture of a blue-eyed Jesus

They used to call me Negro

After all this time I'm still bustin up the chiffarobe

No respect and didn't know it

And I'm havin' more babies than I really can afford

In jail 'cause I can't pay the mother

Held back in life because of my color

Now this is just a little summary

Of US, but yall think it's dumb of me

To put a mirror to ya face, but trust

Nobody gives a fuck about...