Us Lyrics

Us lyrics

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...