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Verse One:

Could you tell me who released our animal instinct?
Got 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... Of each other´s wealth
Commin´ up is just in me
But the Black community is full of envy
Too much back-stabbin´
While I look up the street 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 niggas: 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 porchmonkeys
To the average bigot, redneck honky
You say comin´ up is a must

But before we can come up, take a look at US

Verse Two:

And all y´all dope-dealers...
Your as bad as the po-lice- 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´ Caddilacs
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 nigga you
Pretty soon hip-hop won´t be so nice
No Ice Cube, just Vannilla Ice
And yall sit and scream and cus
But there´s no one ta blame- but US

Verse Three:

US ... will always sing the blues
´Cause all we care about is hairstyles and tennis shoes
But 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 nigga ta holler out {PEACE, BLACK MAN}
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 chiffarobe
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 yall think it´s dumb of me
To put a mirror to ya face, but trust
Nobody gives a fuck about...