Verse 1:
They call us "gooks", "chinks", "beaners", "niggers"
Threw in the word "bitch" to degrade my sisters
And I grew up idolizing hoes
Rappers who call women "hoes"
You know, ain't no fun if the homies don't
Life ain't nothing but bitches and money
And face down, ass up
That's the way, running man
Right over the murder rap
Kill a nigga, shoot a nigga
Young Bam' was loving that
(Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat)
Not really tripping off the cost of life lost
Even after watching Frankie get half his face shot off
Never knew the root cause
Why are we killing us?
"Nigga", "bitch", "ho", just a word like "injustice"
Fuck it man the beat was hot
Walk to the bass drop
Ingest that genocide
Pass me that 40 watt
G's up, hoes down
Hole in your head holmes
Next thing you know I'm fist fighting with a pistol
Hook:
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words won't do shit to me
So fuck those words my revolver turn
And light a pig if he ever try and hurt me
They call us, "gook", "chink", "nigga", "spic"
"Rag head", "beaner", "faggot", "bitch"
"Nip", "kike", "ho", "A-rab"
"Jap", "moolie", "haji", "wet back"
Verse 2:
So I need to hit that rewind button
Listen to that old shit
Go back to the cemetery, pay my friends a visit
Listen close then I study it, why are we in love with it?
Why do we attach our ghetto culture to a pistol grip?
What about the corner stores?
Hanging with your moms or
Playing with at your friend's crib
Trade Nintendo cartridges
Nah, we own records like, "Fuck Another Person's Life"
Disrespecting women when we raised by women
Then I'm puzzled but I get it when
Music is stuck in corporate hands
Money dictate what the radio is playing
Hmmmm
So the ignorant wins
Big money sweep away Public Enemy and 'em
Dead prez, Native Guns, Technique and 'em
Don't kill enough niggas for them corporate ends
Don't slap enough hoes
Don't jiggle enough ass
Tell our people to get free and spread that cash
Repeat hook
Verse 3:
Now there's history behind it too
Let me break it down for you
Strategy how colonizing people instrumental
To the words on them instrumentals
This is all planned
Through the years they have programmed the black and brown man
To destroy what is ugly and
Kill what is evil and
Guess what is evil, that's right, (you nigga)
When that Bible you toting spread lies when it's open
I laughed at Charlton Heston when he spread that ocean
Ha ha ha
It make you laugh don't it?
Well check it, here's a lil' something else I noticed
If I was, on one side of the street in my hood
And a white boy was on the other side of the street in my hood
Brothers quick to hit me up first, prolly try and jump me
While that white boy is walking 'round with pockets full of money
That's the self hate, passed on
We hate our own
So the colonizer win with every murder on that song
Repeat hook
