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Nigga For Hire

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(You can march like the white man<br>you can talk like him, you can - you can learn his songs<br>you can - you can even wear his suits<br>but you ain`t never gon` be nothin to him but a ugly-ass chimp)<br><br>(Blackman)<br>(Don`t sell out)<br><br>[ VERSE 1: Hardhead ]<br>Put yourself in the shoes of my color<br>In a position of power we`re known to turn on one another<br>We`re seen wherever `help wanted` signs are hung<br>Slave driven to get a white man`s job done<br>We`re likely to take jobs at the welfare<br>Behind the desk lookin down on the poor from a leather chair<br>Nose turned up and givin orders<br>To someone`s young black teenage daughter<br>Starin her down like she`s a tramp<br>At the same time explainin why you cut off her food stamps<br>A black race that needs therapy<br>Cause the workplace is now a modern day slavery<br>Tryin to gain brownie points and respect<br>Frontin when the government`s also signin your check<br>When the boss says "fetch" you bring<br>It`s like, "Give it to Mikey, he`ll eat anything"<br>With the idiotic grin of a moron<br>Dissin your color over a book of damn coupons<br>Get a grip is my personal gesture<br>These type of blacks should be buried like a treasure<br>So many blacks you`ll burn till the day you retire<br>You`re just another nigga for hire<br><br>(Don`t sell out)<br>(Don`t sell out)<br>(Don`t sell out)<br>(Blackman)<br>(Don`t sell out)<br><br>[ VERSE 2: Hardhead ]<br>Starin out the window as I gaze in wonder<br>How these negro cops are takin their own kind under<br>A gun, a badge and a dark color uniform<br>Makes me wonder what kinda dope cops be on<br>Friday night and the corner`s buckwild<br>Two cops pull up wearing a cemetary smile<br>Before questioning the oreo`s makin a scene<br>Got a brother`s balls split searchin my jeans<br>Only to find a hard dick<br>And for that I`m publicly pistol-whipped<br>Mr. Ritz Cracker enjoys the scenery<br>I`m handcuffed and put in the backseat<br>I`m out in a heartbeat, right back on the street<br>A brother of six but number six is a black sheep<br>What the officer did was totally apparent<br>A color of black but that bullshit was transparent<br>These types are not hard to come by or get<br>Ass-kissers to protect a paycheck<br>Gomer Pyle stays behind the steering wheel<br>Leavin homicides to him, rapes and drug deals<br>9 times out of 10 their own color they`re killin<br>Pullin his piece on seven year old children<br>Gimme a break, these types need coffins<br>It sounds comical but I grew up around orphans<br>Leftover-ass lawmen, their time to expire<br>These niggas for hire<br><br>(Don`t sell out)<br>(Don`t sell out)<br>(Don`t sell out)<br>(Blackman)<br>(Don`t sell out)<br><br>[ VERSE 3: Hardhead ]<br>Girlfriend was cute and fine<br>But one thing: the bitch was color blind<br>She said she went to Harvard<br>I met her at a time when you could say I was starvin<br>But I had a talent in rappin<br>Seemed like overnight shit started happenin<br>She took me home to meet her folks<br>Right away pops quoted corny shit Shakespeare wrote<br>Mom sits down to the table<br>And gives me a autographed picture of Clark Gable?<br>They reminded me of my last name<br>Considered themselves upperclassmen but a bunch of lames<br>Father and daughter eatin caviar<br>When I`m thinkin of makin the daugher my personal porn star<br>I`m sure her parents knew I wanted to knock her<br>This Mary Lou Retton type of a girl who was too proper<br>To be my complexion<br>She was, but never felt a real nigga`s erection<br>We had chemistry for the formula I was fixin<br>When we got togeher I felt like I was race-mixin<br>So I ended the affair not with a bang but a nut<br>I liked everything about her till her mouth opened up<br>I cut her off to avoid slappin her<br>A perfect couple but one color was out of character<br>What`s these type of people`s desire<br>Another sample of a nigga for hire<br><br>(Don`t sell out)<br>(Don`t sell out)<br>(Don`t sell out)<br>(Blackman)<br>(Don`t sell out)<br><br>(Nigga, you ain`t nothin but the white man`s dog)<br>(Don`t sell out)<br>(Blackman)<br>(Don`t sell out)<br>(Nigga, you ain`t nothin but the white man`s dog)<br>(Don`t sell out)<br>(Blackman)<br>(Don`t sell out)

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