the black stores And only God can judge or point the finger and what's White or black and red and blue equals gang banging I'm just a black man trapped in this white
Traduzione: Master P. Bianco e nero.
With Screw eating on barbecue, like Master P say Hoody Hooo Nigga I stay Sucka Free, but uh I might just stay T-R-U Wear FUBU and Kinner Ko and Jabos,
Comission [P. Diddy] Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em [Lloyd Banks] + (P. Diddy) I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh huh) And
m even good to a white boy with a slick top Stuck up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist pop Who? where?, Master P says our watch don't tick tock
you: The B and the A and the N and the G and the L and the A With a word called Desh Sums up the country The word and the place Called Bangladesh
Black Boys, Black Boys, Yeah We're Called Black Boys, And One Day We're Gonna Be Black Men, And One Day We Might Have Black Boys And We Gotta Teach Them
being African and being black Colin Powell's black, but Libya he'll attack Libya's in Africa, but a black man will lead a black man, to fight against
father and you raped my mother Africa And now you wanna laugh at her I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya Snatch up Margaret Thatcher and unmaskin
crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR) Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup??) Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions
P] And once again In one verse we have proven That we can rip all these signed big budget motherfuckers (89.9) Peace to Stretch and Bobbito (Bob-bi-to!) [Verse Two: El-P
and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and underprivileged are raped and
the white male And the people don't never get justice And the women don't never get respected And the problems don't never get solved And the jobs don
cardy with premium Trust me, for us three, I bust three Triple teaming 'em, Show & A.G. and 'em Without a doubt G.D. and 'em Bout it, bout it like Master P and
and be like, "let's roll" Cause after the afterparty is the muhfuckin bachelor party that's what's up, master suite master me and we be "ungh" all night like Master P
and gangbangers Feel my pain (unnnggghhh) only time'll change it and fast money, cars, and bitches got me trapped in this game And my lil' homies ballin, picture me fallin and
Big H.A.W.K Make Em say Ugh like Master P do the body rock like P-A-T swang and bang like E.S.G G's and Ballers like H.$.E if I'm chillin with a girl
