Could you tell me who released our animal instinct?
An` 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 at each other`s wealth
Comin` up is just in me
But the black community is full of envy

Too much back stabbin`
While I look out the window 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 ni**as 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 porch monkeys
To the average bigot, redneck honky
You say comin` up is a must
But before we can come up, take a look at us

And all y`all dope-dealers
Your as bad as the police `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` Cadillacs

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 ni**a you

Pretty soon hip-hop won`t be so nice
No Ice Cube, just Vanilla Ice
And y`all sit and screamin` and cuss
But there`s no one ta blame but us

Us will always sing the blues
`Cause all we care about is hairstyles and tennis shoes
An` 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 ni**a ta holler out `peace`
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 chifforobe

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 hold a mirror to ya face
But trust, nobody gives a f**k about