Us Lyrics

Us

Verse One:

Could you tell me who released our animal instinct?
Got the
white man sittin' there tickled pink.
Laughin' at us on the
avenue
Bustin' caps at each other after havin' brew
We can't enjoy
ourselves
Too busy jealous... Of each other's wealth
Commin' up is just
in me
But the Black community is full of envy
Too much back
stabbin'
While I look up the street I see all the japs grabbin'
Every
vacant lot in my neighborhood
Build a store, and sell their goods
To the
county of sips (?)
You know us po niggas: nappy hair and big lips?
Four
or five babies on your crotch
And you expect Uncle Sam to help us out?
We
ain't nothin' but porchmonkeys
To the average bigot, redneck honky
You
say comin' up is a must
But before we can come up, take a look at
US

Verse Two:

And all y'all dope-dealers...
Your as bad as the
po-lice- cause ya kill us
You got rich when you started slangin' dope
But
you ain't built us a supermarket
So when can spend our money with the
blacks
Too busy buyin' gold an' Caddilacs
That's what ya doin' with the
money that ya raisin'
Exploitin' us like the Caucasians did
For 400 years
- I got 400 tears- for 400 peers
Died last year from gang-related
crimes
That's why I got gang-related rhymes
But when I do a show ta kick
some facts
Us Blacks don't know how ta act
Sometimes I believe the hype,
man
We're messin' up ourselves and blame the white man
But don't point
the finger you jiggaboo
Take a look at yourself ya dumb nigga you
Pretty
soon hip-hop won't be so nice
No Ice Cube, just Vannilla Ice
And yall sit
and scream and cus
But there's no one ta blame- but US


Verse
Three:

US ... will always sing the blues
'Cause all we care about is
hairstyles and tennis shoes
But if ya step on mine ya pushed a
button
"Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin'
Just like a
beast
But I'm the first nigga ta holler out {PEACE, BLACK MAN}
I beat my
wife and children to a pulp
When I get drunk and smoke dope
Got a bad
heart condition
Still eat hog-mogs an' chitlin's
Bet my money on the dice
and the horses
Jobless, so I'm a hope for the armed forces
Go to church
but they tease us
Wit' a picture of a blue-eyed Jesus
They used to call
me Negro
After all this time I'm still bustin up the chiffarobe
No
respect and didn't know it
And I'm havin' more babies than I really can
afford
In jail 'cause I can't pay the mother
Held back in life because of
my color
Now this is just a little summary
Of US, but yall think it's
dumb of me
To put a mirror to ya face, but trust
Nobody gives a fuck
about...