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    "Us" Lyrics

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    Could you tell me who released our animal instinct?
    Got 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 up the street I see all the japs grabbin'
    Every vacant lot in my neighborhood
    Build a store, and sell their goods
    To the county of sips (? )
    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 porchmonkeys
    To the average bigot, redneck honky
    You say comin' up is a must
    But before we can come up, take a look at us

    Verse two:

    And all y'all dope-dealers...
    Your 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're 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 y'all sit and scream and cus
    But there's no one ta blame- but us

    Verse three:

    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 y'all think it's dumb of me
    To put a mirror to ya face, but trust
    Nobody gives a fuck about...
    • submitted by Caitlin
    • written by O'shea Jackson, Anthony Wheaton, George Jr. Clinton, Bernard Worrell, William Earl Collins
    • copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc., Emi Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group

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