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Why do I call myself a nigg*r, you ask me?
Well it's because motherfkers want to blast me
And run me outa my neighborhood
They label me as a dope dealer
Yo! And say that I'm no good
But I can't find jobs so wouldn't have to go out
Gave up some dope on the corner so they could show out
When the cops came, they gave a fake name
Because the life in the streets is just a head game
So therefore, to make more
A fifteen year old black kid will go and rob a liquor store
And get shot in the process
He ate up a nine bullet and now he's put to rest
Why do I call myself a nigg*r, you ask me?
I guess it's the way s**t has to be
Back when I was young gettin a job was murder
fck flippin burgers
'Cause a deserve a nine-to-five I can be proud of
That I can speak loud of
And to help a nigg*r get out of.
Yo! The concrete playground
But most motherfkers only want you to stay down
But I'm a smart motherfker you see
One of the best producers in the rap music industry
Gettin paid like a mother fker
A young brother who don't give a fk about another
Why do I call myself a nigg*r, you ask me?
Because police always wanna harass me
Every time that I'm rollin
They swear up and down that the car was stolen
Make me get faced down in the street
They throw the s**t out my car on the concrete
In front of a residence
A million white motherfkers on my back like I shot the President
Why do I call myself a nigg*r, you ask me?
Because my mouth is so mother fkin nasty
b*tch this, b*tch that
nigg*r this, nigg*r that
In the mean while my pockets are gettin fat
Gettin paid to say this s**t here
Makin more in a week than a doctor makes in a year
So, why not call myself a nigg*r?
It's better than pulling the trigger and goin up the river
And then I get called a nigg*r anyway?
Booked as a motherfker and locked away
So... so, cut out all that bull s**t
Yo! I guess I'll be a nigg* for life
, crack-heads, thieves.
If there's a hell below, we're all gonna go.
nigg*r. nigg*r. nigg*r
nigg*r. nigg*r
nigg*r, please
I'm treated like a fkin disease.
You say: why can I call myself a nigg*r so quick?
Cause I can reach in my draws and pull out a bigger d*ck
Yo! say nigg*r we cool
But, cracker say nigg*r not to fk up
But I got to be a fast nigg*r
To never be the last nigg*r
Or I have to beat your ass, nigg*r
In the city you see action first
Then hear about it later
In a verse I curse
Because I'm real with this to keep my s**t straight bumpin'
Murder created by the streets of Compton
I get it from the underground poet
I live it, I see it, and I write it
Because I know it
And if you think I'm fking your wife
Your mother fkin' right
Yo! Because I'm a nigg*r for Life
nigg*r, this
nigg*r, that
The actual fact is that I'm black
And bound to attract
The attention of another
I mean the other
But I'm a mother fker that'll have them running for cover
You see, I don't give a fk about nothing
Except getting paid, getting girls, and issuing stitches
Which is all needed to read it and find a rhyme
And then it's time to say
The nigg*r's here to stay
But what about the fake , the house
To get paid quick they gotta suck a fat d*ck
But NWA is outta your mother fkin' range
We ain't gonna change a mother fkin' thing
I call myself a nigg*r 'cause my skin won't whiten
I call myself a nigg*r 'cause the s**t that I'm writing
Hypes me, hypes other mother fkers around me
And that's the reason why they want to surround me
And ask me: why do I call myself a nigg*r-o
Ain't none of their fkin' business 'cause I'll let the trigger go
So get out of my presence, and get out of my sight
'Cause MC Ren is a nigg*r for Life
You're a nigg*r 'til you die
If you're a poor nigg*r, then you're a poor nigg*r
If you're a rich nigg*r, you're a rich nigg*r
But you never stop being a nigg*r
And if you get to be educated, you's an education nigg*r
It's plain to see, you can't change me
'Cause I'm a be a nigg*r for Life