| I got a letter from the muthafuckin Ku Klux Klan, man
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| They say they wanna give us a helping hand
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| With pulling that goddamn trigger
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| And killin off 4'000 other niggers
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| Since 1975
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| Yeah, that’s how many of us died
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| And these peckerwoods ain’t frontin
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| Cause they know that we’re killin each other over nothin
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| Steady givin em the power
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| Cause we’re fightin each other over streets that ain’t even ours
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| Cause we wanna be slingers
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| And oh yeah, congratulations to all you gangbangers
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| Cause everytime you pop one
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| Might be killin a future black lawyer or doctor, son
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| Or a future black businessman
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| That the white man has to compete with in the end
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| We’re havin fun with the gun
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| Wipin out our next black generation to come
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| Cause we don’t listen
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| And that’s why niggas get the most time in prison
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| Cause they judge is on their payroll
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| And day by day steady gainin mo' control
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| They got us up against the ropes
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| A letter from the Ku Klux Klan to us black folks
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| Will a East Coast brother ever go for that shit?
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| (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go)
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| Will a West Coast brother ever go for that shit?
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| (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go)
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| Would a brother up north ever go for that shit?
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| (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go)
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| Would a brother down south ever go for that shit?
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| (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go)
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| They’re claimin that they’re winnin
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| And pretty soon they’ll go back to rapin our women
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| Cause they’ll be at home alone
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| Cause they figure all us niggas’d be gone
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| So gangbangers, keep up the good work, guys
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| Cause they love to read about the drive-by's
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| How we kill our family and friends
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| They love to hear how many niggers died over the weekend
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| Because they don’t need us
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| But for now they can tolerate these niggers with jungle fever
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| And it’s a disgrace
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| Cause they’re helpin them further break down the black race
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| Till we can’t fight
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| And if they keep it up, all of our black kids’ll be white
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| And we can? |
| wait for it or dispise?
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| Because we’re too blind to open our damn eyes
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| And all our dreams go up in smoke
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| A letter from the KKK to us black folks
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| Will a 5th Ward brother ever go for that shit?
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| (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go)
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| Would a South Park brother ever go for that shit?
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| (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go)
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| Will a Northside brother ever go for that shit?
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| (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go)
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| Would a Southside brother ever go for that shit?
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| (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go)
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| And all you gangbangers they say they don’t love ya
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| But they can appreciate they way that you slaughter
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| Other muthafuckas in the street
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| Killin up a different gang of niggas every muthafuckin week
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| Makin the graveyards bigger
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| You’re doin a wonderful job eliminatin us niggas
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| Without our men our women can’t reproduce
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| Unless of course we let the white man shoot his juice
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| And then it’ll be over, brother
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| Thanks to our helping commitment to kill each other
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| And we can’t go out like that
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| So we gotta reload that gat
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| And hunt down that white ghost
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| And get to? |
| waste? |
| their muthafuckin ass from coast to coast
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| Cause I’m a fool on the trigger, I like to pull it
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| I’m sendin that muthafuckin letter back with a bullet
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| Bang-bang, there you have it
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| Now I’m just waitin for you prejudiced muthafuckas to grab it
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| So you can see what I’m talkin about
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| Then you can see which goddamn race gets wiped out
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| Cause Bushwick’s fed up with you hoes
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| And you can keep your fuckin letter
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| Will Malcolm X ever go for that shit?
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| (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go)
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| Would Martin Luther King ever go for that shit?
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| (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go)
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| Would Farrakhan ever go for that shit?
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| (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go)
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| Would Mandela ever go for that shit?
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| (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) |