[Intro: Umar Bin Hassan]
Niggas do a lot of shootin', niggas do a lot of shootin'
Niggas shoot off at the mouth
Niggas shoot pool, niggas shoot craps
Niggas cut around the corners and shoot down the street
Niggas shoot sharp glances at white women
Niggas shoot dope into their arm
Niggas shoot guns and rifles on New Year's Eve
A New Year that is coming in where white police will do more shooting at them
Where are niggas when the revolution needs some shots?
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Rollin' with my nigga, rich niggas, these is my nigga rolls
Jesus was a nigga, my nigga killed 'em, my nigga rose
I know you love me runnin' the jewels, but these my nigga flows
Love 'em like that dumb spit pimp love that nigga ho
And that's word to Michael in Fresh, the realest niggas know
That's the movies niggas should watch, fuck Scarface and Blow
You still talkin' New Jack City, that's why you niggas poor
I open Greenwood to show niggas that we is more
Than stickin' green under the beams in mama's wooden floor
And I know some secrets that negro leaders'll never know
I was in cahoots with the spooks that sat by master's door
When the revolution let loose, they cuttin' master's throat
Ayy, in the eighties as babies, we sold master's dope
Labeled us a nuisance, they used the courts like noose and rope
Us poorer nigga babies
We gave ourselves to slavery
Nigga rich, we made it
We should be celebrated
Niggas do a lot of shootin', niggas do a lot of shootin'
Niggas shoot off at the mouth
Niggas shoot pool, niggas shoot craps
Niggas cut around the corners and shoot down the street
Niggas shoot sharp glances at white women
Niggas shoot dope into their arm
Niggas shoot guns and rifles on New Year's Eve
A New Year that is coming in where white police will do more shooting at them
Where are niggas when the revolution needs some shots?
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Rollin' with my nigga, rich niggas, these is my nigga rolls
Jesus was a nigga, my nigga killed 'em, my nigga rose
I know you love me runnin' the jewels, but these my nigga flows
Love 'em like that dumb spit pimp love that nigga ho
And that's word to Michael in Fresh, the realest niggas know
That's the movies niggas should watch, fuck Scarface and Blow
You still talkin' New Jack City, that's why you niggas poor
I open Greenwood to show niggas that we is more
Than stickin' green under the beams in mama's wooden floor
And I know some secrets that negro leaders'll never know
I was in cahoots with the spooks that sat by master's door
When the revolution let loose, they cuttin' master's throat
Ayy, in the eighties as babies, we sold master's dope
Labeled us a nuisance, they used the courts like noose and rope
Us poorer nigga babies
We gave ourselves to slavery
Nigga rich, we made it
We should be celebrated
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