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I'm Black Lyrics - The World Is Yours - Scarface

They try to take advantage of a nigga 'cause I'm black 

They lookin' at me strange, so I'm lookin' at they ass back 

I got a little problem, so I'm writin' you a note 

A letter to the KKK from the black folks 

 

I'm tryin' to get it on, tryin' to check the grip 

And there goes officer cracker tryin' to sink my fuckin' battleship 

Turnin' on his flashers, callin' up the dogs 

Now my Lexus Coupe is flex surrounded by the hogs 

 

Snatchin' out my seats, tellin' me I sell dope 

Am I on probation or parole? I tell 'em fuck, no 

Tell me Mister Officer, what's the problem? What's the matter? 

Why you gotta treat us like scum? 

 

Is it that a nigga's doin' a tad bit better than you? 

And brutality is all that you crackers can do 

And mark me up for resistin' yo ass 

When in reality officer friendly kicked my ass, damn 

 

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You overflex your authority too 

Put your foot in my shoe and let me try on your boot 

So I can run it in reverse 

You can treat me like God and I can treat you like dirt 

 

The 22 years I been here, I saw 

Motherfuckers disrespect God before they disrespect the law 

But yo, I gots to diss 'em 

'Cause I refuse to be mislead by this ungodly system 

 

Mister President, I beatin' on yo back do' 

I make yo mind doin' rap but I'm black doe, nigga 

 

"We are United States of America, you honestly believe 

Just because you wear bags that means you care? 

You have the right to abuse and treat my people 

Like they're animals on the street? I'll be damned 

Your bloods will flow with the hands of the black man 

In the same streets that you killed me and my brothers in" 

 

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Mister Mister Officer, Mister Officer, Mister Sergeant 

Just because I'm young and I'm black, I'm a target? 

You say I'm sellin' dope but you fake 

'Cause young dope dealers flash cash and make mistakes 

 

And besides we ain't dealin' no mo' 

Look at my hood, we ain't killin' no mo' 

So everybody's yellin' peace 

The only war that's goin' on is goin' on with the police 

 

'Cause they ain't stoppin' with the bullshit 

If they could they'd lock us up with some chains and swing a bull whip 

'Cause they figure they're the master 

And they can take you to jail or take your lifes 

 

Them sorry bastards that makes me wonder why 

The Five-O can determine if we live or if a nigga dies 

And to me, that shit is bull 

Only God can take life but I still gotta watch the law 

 

It's bad enough, I watch the next G but even worse 

I gots to watch the motherfuckers who protect me 

They fuckin' packin' gats, yo 

They serve and protect, they don't respect 'cause I'm black, hoe 

 

"Every black man that is a car jacker will start jackin' 

Police cars and watch jaw brains shad on the dashboard 

Why when you pull us over you show us your pistols 

Beforeyou asks us for our drivers license? Somethin' is not right" 

 

Rollin' through my hood in my motherfuckin' dropper 

Gettin' tailgated by a motherfuckin' copper 

But I ain't got respect for you motherfuckin' dickheads 

'Cause y'all was straight hoes back in school, nerdy shitheads 

 

I finally figured out why you bitches roll in packs 

'Cause niggas who ain't shit talk loud and pack gats 

You got a fuckin' pistol, now you think you're a VIP man 

But you can get cut because you'd be just like the next man 

 

Holdin' me for nothin', runnin' my fuckin' license plates 

My plates come clean, you call the DEA 

The DEA says I'm a known drug dealer 

Straight born killer, a motherfuckin' wig splitter 

 

He don't know shit about a nigga but I'm black 

As far as he's concerned, all niggas push crack 

And plus I'm 22 that really makes 'em check 

A drop-top Benz, Lexus Coupe, no respect 

 

I gotta be doin' long, I'm hidin' somethin' from the demons 

He gotta be stringin' yale, let's play someone that's pregnant 

'Cause niggas can't have shit but I'm a motherfuckin' troop 

 

You come to us like Luke, Undercover David Duke 

Mister David Duke, Mister officer, Mister Mister Master 

I'm pickin' out your coffin, Sir 

 

Die motherfuckers, I'll send your folks my worst 

A breast of pig in a motherfuckin' hearse 

So fuck you motherfuckers, punk bitches take that 

'Cause I'm real with the shit that I speak 'cause I 

 

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