Ice Cube – Us (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

You know, us po niggas; nappy hair and big lips?
Take a look at yourself ya dumb nigga you
When I get drunk and smoke dope
[Verse 3]
Laughin’ at us on the avenue
We ain’t nothin’ but porchmonkeys
We mess it up ourselves and blame the white man
Could you tell me who unleashed our animal instinct?

Bustin’ caps at each other after havin’ brew
So when can spend our money with the blacks
Go to church but they tease us
And yall sit and scream and cuss
No respect and ignored
Us Blacks don’t know how ta act
But I’m the first nigga ta holler out {PEACE, BLACK MAN}
For 400 years – I got 400 tears- for 400 peers
Comin’ up is just in me
You got rich when you started slangin’ dope
Nobody gives a fuck about…
Too much back-stabbin’
Bet my money on the dice and the horses
will always sing the blues US …
While I look out the window I see all the Japs grabbin’
Died last year from gang-related crimes
And the white man sittin’ there tickled pink
You say comin’ up is a must
Held back in life because of my color
Got a bad heart condition
Still eat hog-mogs an’ chitlin’s
But there’s no one ta blame- but US
Just like a beast
Four or five babies on your crotch
Sometimes I believe the hype, man
"Cause I’ll beat you down like it ain’t nothin’"
To hold a mirror to ya face, but trust
That’s what ya doin’ with the money that ya raisin’
Jobless, so I’m a hope for the armed forces
But you ain’t built us a supermarket
Now this is just a little summary
To the average bigot, redneck honky
They used to call me Negro
That’s why I got gang-related rhymes
No Ice Cube, just Vanilla Ice
Cause all we care about is hairstyles and tennis shoes
Every vacant lot in my neighborhood
But when I do a show ta kick some facts
After all this time I’m still bustin’ up the chiffarobe
And if ya step on mine ya pushed a button
Exploitin’ us like the Caucasians did
at each other’s wealth Too busy jealous…
[Verse 1]
Wit’ a picture of a blue-eyed Jesus
Of US, but yall think it’s dumb of me
Pretty soon hip-hop won’t be so nice
In jail cause I can’t pay the mother
Too busy buyin’ gold an’ Cadillacs
I beat my wife and children to a pulp
We can’t enjoy ourselves
You’re as bad as the po-lice- cause ya kill us
But before we can come up, take a look at US
And I’m havin’ more babies than I really can afford
[Verse 2]
But the Black community is full of envy
But don’t point the finger you jiggaboo
And you expect Uncle Sam to help us out?

And all y’all dope-dealers…
Build a store, and sell their goods
To the county recips