Blak Hell Lyrics - Singles - Tito Lopez

(Malcolm X begins speaking) 

You have to read the history of slavery to understand this. There was 2 kinds of negros: there was That old house negro and the field negro. And the house negro always looked out for his master. When the field negro got too much out of line he held him in check. The house negro could afford to do that because he lived better than the field negro and today you still have house negros and field negros. I'M A FIELD NEGRO!) 

Oh lord! Oh lord! 

Know your worth nigga! 

My actions been louder 

than my words nigga! 

Hulk hogan hand up at the ear 

I ain't heard nighas! 

Uncle Tom, honky lovin homos 

Getting served nigga! 

Down in Mississippi 

We guerrillas. 

No team 

Just them 

"Cucamonga Cracka Killas" 

Young king 

smoking out the palace 

Shout out my nephew Alex 

Young Selassi-Ali 

sipping Similac 

up out the chalice! 

Yea bitch 

I'm on some 

rap to pay the bills shit 

Cause where I'm from that mean 

you made it nigga 

Real shit! 

Y'all let these crackas come through this bitch and just steal shit! 

Got up out that slave deal 

Now it's kill switch! 

Emmett Trill bitch! 

Niggas Finna get exposed real quick, (yah) real quick, 

real fucking quick! 

House niggas Finna get exposed 

real quick (yah) 

real quick 

real fucking quick! 

Ay love to my real head bussas! 

I'm out in LA 

I got some blue and red 

Chukkas! 

Fuck Justin Bieber 

souljah boy 

And Usher 

And whoever riding wit em 

We ain't sparing nan sucka 

Muh fucka 

House niggas Finna get exposed 

real quick (yah) 

real quick 

real fucking quick 

Don't know what you got 

But bitch I got a real dick 

ha a real dick 

Only for these real chicks 

All These hoes out here partying they life away 

While these hoes out here partying they life away 

A couple hundred girls in Africa gone die today 

In bout a couple years it's gone be you and it ain't no hideaway 

Foot up on the gas bitch and guess who got the right of way 

Difference between us & y'all niggas, 

Ha - Night and Day! 

Nigga you a thot 

Skirt or not 

Next black man 

That talk about another black man 

But be taking up for the white man 

We gone call ya Gay. 

Yah.. So stop twerking! 

Start working! 

Bitch, stop twerking start working! 

Yah, don't sell your soul 

It ain't worth it! 

Let me show you 

how these boys working 

These niggas is using the same 

old simple ass flows 

Passing around the same 

old wrinkled ass hoes 

Rocking all the same 

old pussy ass clothes 

Never getting pussy 

Busy hitting assholes. 

I'm a Young black male 

That you can't blackmail 

You can't tell me shit 

if you don't know how crack smell. 

I helped my own cousin 

with a dozen 

Crack sales 

Then I watched him get 

Strung out 

This is black hell. 

Black hell. 

This is black hell. 

Blak hell. 

This is blak hell. 

It's blak hell 

We ain't fucking with you niggas. 

'Pac would be disgusted at you niggas. 

(phone conversation between Sanyika Shakur and Tupac Shakur begins) 

Sanyika: My Nigha, What's up? 

Pac: I just been struggling out here. Lookin for you. I need some help. 

Sanyika: I'm here brother whatever I can do straight up! I'm gone plug you in. 

Pac: got to man 

Sanyika: I'm tellin you man! (Laughs) I'm tellin you, papi! 

Pac: Ay I wanna get this organization started with you. Only we can do it. Let me tell you the idea. It's like we start like this youth league right. Football league. Basketball league. Softball. For girls and boys. We get all the rappers to adopt a team. Each rapper would have a team. Coolio would have his team. Treach have a team. I'd have my team. And we play. The rappers are the one that put the money up. We get the field we play. We have the churches come out and sell food. We have the fathers and the uncles and all the men in the community they do security. Get they respect back from the kids. Then we have the FOI come out We have the deacons come out from the church and they do security. Then we play football, baseball... You know get that community spirit going again. Then on the weekend we have block parties. Every rapper gotta give it up! Every rapper, nigga if you got a record out you gotta give it up for us you gotta come do a free show for the hood. And It's like a little tour. We do that and get all the communities back together. Then we do that and we register the voters. Then we start going up to the mayors in these cities and we start telling em look we got this many voters in this city and we want you to do this, we want a community center, we start hitting up nike for the free clothes. Computer stores for free computers for these community centers. Imma have all these tough ass supposed to be gangsta rappers we gone all get in a van we gone travel... LA gotta be the last place cause it's gonna be the hardest. But we can do New Jersey all of that. We gone drive to all these drug areas right? Imagine me, redman, treach, ice cube, them type of niggas getting going up to whoever the main drug dealer is on that block "yo who the nigga that run shit?" They gone take us to that nigha. We invite those niggas to dinner. Dom periggnone shrimp & lobster and be like "look playa we asking you, not telling you from a playa to a playa can you please give us a pass to have these streets clean from 6 am to 11 pm. Let that be for the kids. Let them be safe during that time. No gunshots no drugs. Then we can get these politicians, I talked to Al Sharpton, He said he can get the police to chill out on those night time patrols if nighas can get the streets clean from 6-11. 

Sanyika: yea that's phat man. You know I'm with all that right? You know. that's my type of work. Dig it man. Power man. 

Tupac: yeah we need power man. Power in numbers. It's like, we rappers man, we got the juice... WE JUST AINT DOING NOTHING WITH IT... (Song fades out)