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Voice in Background
Look at the little porch monkeys, fkin jiggaboo
Master P talking
My ancestor Kunta Kinte said
We come over to this b*tch, smiling on a banana boat
(And they fked our girls and r*ped them)
They never told us what the fk we came over here for
(Call us jiggaboos)
And did deals with the Indians
(Wild Coyotes)
Ain't no fkin body ever did no deals with no black folks
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We run away slaves
(Run nigg* run)
They say we free then put guns to our head
Master P
Now the cops try to arrest me and these girls wanna test me
My ??? scream P don't let the master get the best of me
The game got me crazy, I'm fked up I can't sleep
They put dope on boats and planes and did deals with the enemy
That's us, some say in God we fkin trust
The slavery's fkin over but the world is messed up
Black on black crime, either you poor or you blind
Life is a welfare line and the homies they doin time
Some they switch for a lighter sentence or they switch
The ghetto is a b*tch, live to get rich
Then they slam my fkin dreams like b-ball
Killin chickens and pigs, just to feed the white hogs
No houses, no meals, no seven acres
Put us in the projects put us on dope and playa hate us
Now lady heroin steady gettin money
Ms. Cocoa leaf and weed, d*mn they gettin blunted
And my homies steady dyin, mothers steady cryin
I'm walkin the straight line keepin my people off the grind
Probation and parole, in four doors
This ain't for the radio but you run away poor folks
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Master P talking
For all the muth*fkin runaways out there
I mean all us that been incarcerated by technology
By life, by the judicial system, (run nigg* run)
by the white folks or even the black folks that think they white
(even the haters)
Martin Luther King was a run away slave
Jesse Jackson a run away slave
Malcom X, he was a run away slave
Mohammed, run away slave
Farrakhan, run away slave
muth*fkin No Limit, we run away's (me Master P)
from the whole record industry
cause we ain't bout havin 15 percent (I'm a runaway nigg*)
we bout havin 100 (I'm about my paper)
we bout teachin other how to get theirs
cause we gon get ours (you got to)
y'all get yours, stop hatin
break away nigg* (the media)
the chains is still there (y'all can't stop us)
and this mothafkin black on black crime (yeah nigg*)
it gotta stop (yeah nigg*)
run away slaves
that's just what they want us to do (but we gon go to college)
nigg* be all you can be if you a soldier
(we gon be doctors, we gon bepresident)
No Limit Army nigg* (No Limit motha fkin sports)
(We gon be rap stars)
We run away slaves nigg* (Maurice Collins)
takin over, we bringin our mothafkin athletes home
(Leland Hardy, runaway slave boy)
And we keepin it real, we keepin it treal
(Sylvester Scott, Edward Hawkins)
No Limit, run away slaves (lawyers, politicians)
that's what we bout, keepin it treal, politickin nigg*
(that's what i'm talkin bout)
black publications (doin what we gotta do)
no more probation and parole (no more hoes)
Colored folks stickin together nigg*
(I got the car door open nigg* get in)