Intro
Psssshh, I guess niggaz don`t realize a good thing til it`s gone
You know what I`m sayin man?
Runnin around in these streets trickin, shit`s hard man
You know? But sometimes man
fools be bringin that shit on they god damn self
Verse One
Nappy headed nigga stigmatism at birth
Born to a family of four and so that makes me one-fourth
of a dysfunctional home
I had a father who only stayed to see me grown
When I turned twelve he was gone
Alone, no role model
I used to watch my Granddaddy and Uncle hit the bottle
and then hit each other
Granddaddy beat Grandmother, but that`s before my time
but I still see how it affected her mind
As a child I introverted, and drew pictures
While my mother prayed to Jesus reading King James scriptures
She used to take me to church so I could put money in the basket
Tell the preacher how she used to get her ass kicked
And me, I mastered the art of hatred
After pops left ran with my niggaz tryin to take shit
Petty theft, I got caught a few times, but bust it
Life is a bitch so fuck it
In eighty-one I remember the night
I covered myself with baby powder, so my black ass could be light
Cause God is white, and Bo Derek is a ten
I hate my black skin, it`s just a sin to be a nigga
Then again, I`m like the Frenchman, cause Granny`s creole
And therefore, we`re black French people
So I think it`s best if I go to Catholic school
And study under nuns and then I`ll be a Catholic fool
Cause none of these cults want none of us up
and don`t none want to see none of us live to be adults, sheeit
No wonder brothers take lives for red and blue
It`s the evil that men do
Chorus
But every nigga on my block
can`t stop, and he won`t stop, and he don`t stop (repeat 4X)
Interlude
Nigga, nigga wake yo` punk ass up nigga!
Nigga *smack* *smack* wake yo`, wake yo` punk ass up!! *siren*
(Where the fuck we at?) *helicopter*
Nigga, one time nigga
(Man I feel strange man, and I`m fin to go man)
Shit, I`ma get you out, shit, bitches man)
(Fuck that shit man, nigga what the fuck am I gonna do man?) *siren*
We go make another gold LP nigga stop trippin nigga
Nigga we own a gold LP, nigga stop trippin!
Verse Two
By the time I hit adolescence and found hair on my nuts
I grew twelve inches so now it`s time to fuck sluts
Never respected women, just had to keep my dick wet
Fucked this virgin named Lena, I made a bet
with my homies I could hit it first, then kicked her to the curb
til next year, I got a call from my man Kurt
Since I never used jims I left a seed in the Earth
that left a nigga feelin like dirt
Cause now I`m a father, and got a two-week old daughter
ironically, don`t even know her name it`s a damn shame
And ol girl never told me she was havin my baby
The more I thought about, she fuckin played me
Cause the family`s lookin at me like I raped her
Plus with another fuckin mouth to feed I need paper
Did a caper, and took my Guinness Stout to the head
September 1990, drunk drivin, the light turned red
Somebody hit from the rear, I hit the brakes
Then lost control of the steering wheel
Hit a black Camaro and that`s all I remember that night
I woke up to a five-oh flashlight
The car that I hit had exploded on impact
One woman escaped, but the driver was trapped, he burned to death
Manslaughter, off to C-Y-A
Liftin weights in the yard and playin spades all day
Now I`m eighteen, hit the County in the mix
Name and last three! Austin, oh-six-six
By now Grandpa went crazy and my Uncle had died
And me I`m at the ranch makin pruno in Wayside
In ninety-three, I got probation
Searchin for an occupation, cause now I`m pickin restitution, confusion
I`m lookin at myself and seein every other nigga I knew
It`s the evil that men do
Chorus
Chorus (to fade)
