Dave Duke sure look cute in a black suit
But even cuter behind the barrel of my six-shooter
You look worried cuz I ain't buried, punks leave in a hurry
Cuz I throw flurries, makin' mothafuckas scurry
Come feel the flavor for my single, if brain cells tingle
I'm feelin' stronger than a fuckin Mandingo
And ah, how's that for black history
I stay strapped and love to jack those that slang that crack misery
Cuz bein' a nigga means you love niggas
But how could you love niggas if you tryna drug niggas
You mothafuckas need your caps peeled
Cuz when blacks kill blacks we stay trapped, and that's real
And we don't need no more statistics
It's time to get more realistic for the young, the black and the gifted
Until my people get uplifted, there's no poppin' shit
Just pop the clips, instead of marchin' we gon' rip shit
Some say the government will watch me but they can't stop me
I'm droppin' evil with the people as my posse
And even if they pull they triggers
They can shoot one man, but nothing's gonna stop the plan of true niggas.
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