Nigga For Hire Lyrics

Nigga For Hire lyrics

(You can march like the white man



you can talk like him, you can - you can learn his songs



you can - you can even wear his suits



but you ain't never gon' be nothin to him but a ugly-ass chimp)







(Blackman)



(Don't sell out)







[ VERSE 1: Hardhead ]



Put yourself in the shoes of my color



In a position of power we're known to turn on one another



We're seen wherever 'help wanted' signs are hung



Slave driven to get a white man's job done



We're likely to take jobs at the welfare



Behind the desk lookin down on the poor from a leather chair



Nose turned up and givin orders



To someone's young black teenage daughter



Starin her down like she's a tramp



At the same time explainin why you cut off her food stamps



A black race that needs therapy



Cause the workplace is now a modern day slavery



Tryin to gain brownie points and respect



Frontin when the government's also signin your check



When the boss says "fetch" you bring



It's like, "Give it to Mikey, he'll eat anything"



With the idiotic grin of a moron



Dissin your color over a book of damn coupons



Get a grip is my personal gesture



These type of blacks should be buried like a treasure



So many blacks you'll burn till the day you retire



You're just another nigga for hire







(Don't sell out)



(Don't sell out)



(Don't sell out)



(Blackman)



(Don't sell out)







[ VERSE 2: Hardhead ]



Starin out the window as I gaze in wonder



How these negro cops are takin their own kind under



A gun, a badge and a dark color uniform



Makes me wonder what kinda dope cops be on



Friday night and the corner's buckwild



Two cops pull up wearing a cemetary smile



Before questioning the oreo's makin a scene



Got a brother's balls split searchin my jeans



Only to find a hard dick



And for that I'm publicly pistol-whipped



Mr. Ritz Cracker enjoys the scenery



I'm handcuffed and put in the backseat



I'm out in a heartbeat, right back on the street



A brother of six but number six is a black sheep



What the officer did was totally apparent



A color of black but that bullshit was transparent



These types are not hard to come by or get



Ass-kissers to protect a paycheck



Gomer Pyle stays behind the steering wheel



Leavin homicides to him, rapes and drug deals



9 times out of 10 their own color they're killin



Pullin his piece on seven year old children



Gimme a break, these types need coffins



It sounds comical but I grew up around orphans



Leftover-ass lawmen, their time to expire



These niggas for hire







(Don't sell out)



(Don't sell out)



(Don't sell out)



(Blackman)



(Don't sell out)







[ VERSE 3: Hardhead ]



Girlfriend was cute and fine



But one thing: the bitch was color blind



She said she went to Harvard



I met her at a time when you could say I was starvin



But I had a talent in rappin



Seemed like overnight shit started happenin



She took me home to meet her folks



Right away pops quoted corny shit Shakespeare wrote



Mom sits down to the table



And gives me a autographed picture of Clark Gable?



They reminded me of my last name



Considered themselves upperclassmen but a bunch of lames



Father and daughter eatin caviar



When I'm thinkin of makin the daugher my personal porn star



I'm sure her parents knew I wanted to knock her



This Mary Lou Retton type of a girl who was too proper



To be my complexion



She was, but never felt a real nigga's erection



We had chemistry for the formula I was fixin



When we got togeher I felt like I was race-mixin



So I ended the affair not with a bang but a nut



I liked everything about her till her mouth opened up



I cut her off to avoid slappin her



A perfect couple but one color was out of character



What's these type of people's desire



Another sample of a nigga for hire







(Don't sell out)



(Don't sell out)



(Don't sell out)



(Blackman)



(Don't sell out)







(Nigga, you ain't nothin but the white man's dog)



(Don't sell out)



(Blackman)



(Don't sell out)



(Nigga, you ain't nothin but the white man's dog)



(Don't sell out)



(Blackman)



(Don't sell out)