Why do I call myself a n******g, you ask me?
Well it's because motherf**ers want to blast me
And run me outa my neighborhood
They label me as a dope dealer
Yo! And say that I'm no good
But I can't find jobs so n******gs wouldn't have to go out
Gave up some dope on the corner so they could show out
When the cops came, they gave a fake name
Because the life in the streets is just a head game
So therefore, to make more
A fifteen year old black kid will go and rob a liquor store
And get shot in the process
He ate up a nine bullet and now he's put to rest
Why do I call myself a n******g, you ask me?
I guess it's the way sh** has to be
Back when I was young gettin a job was murder
f** flippin burgers
'Cause a deserve a nine-to-five I can be proud of
That I can speak loud of
And to help a n******g get out of.
Yo! The concrete playground
But most motherf**ers only want you to stay down
But I'm a smart motherf**er you see
One of the best producers in the rap music industry
Gettin paid like a mother f**er
A young brother who don't give a f** about another
Why do I call myself a n******g, you ask me?
Because police always wanna hara** me
Every time that I'm rollin
They swear up and down that the car was stolen
Make me get faced down in the street
They throw the sh** out my car on the concrete
In front of a residence
A million white motherf**ers on my back like I shot the President
Why do I call myself a n******g, you ask me?
Because my mouth is so mother f**in nasty
b**h this, b**h that
n******g this, n******g that
In the mean while my pockets are gettin fat
Gettin paid to say this sh** here
Makin more in a week than a doctor makes in a year
So, why not call myself a n******g?
It's better than pulling the trigger and goin up the river
And don't I get called a n******g anyway?
Booked as a motherf**er and locked away
So... so, cut out all that bull sh**
Yo! I guess I'll be a n***a for life
{ n******gs, crack-heads, thieves.
If there's a hell below, we're all gonna go. }
n******g. n******g. n******g
n******g. n******g
n******g, please
I'm treated like a f**in disease.
You say: why can I call myself a n******g so quick?
Cause I can reach in my draws and pull out a bigger dick
Yo! n******gs say n******g we cool
But, cracker say n******g not to f** up
But I got to be a fast n******g
Not to be the last n******g
Or I have to beat your a**, n******g
In the city you see action first
Then hear about it later
In a verse I curse
Because I [?] with this to keep my sh** straight bumpin'
Murder created by the streets of Compton
I get it from the underground poet
I live it, I see it, and I write it
Because I know it
And if you think I'm f**ing your wife
Your mother f**in' right
Yo! Because I'm a n******g for Life
n******g, this
n******g, that
The actual fact is that I'm black
And bound to attract
The attention of another
I mean the other
But I'm a mother f**er that'll have them running for cover
You see, I don't give a f** about nothing
Except getting paid, getting b**hes, and [?] with stitches
Which is all needed to read it and find a rhyme
And then it's time to say
The n******g's here to stay
But what about the fake n******gs, the house n******gs
To get paid quick they gotta s** a fat dick
But NWA is outta your mother f**in' range
We ain't gonna change a mother f**in' thing
I call myself a n******g 'cause my skin won't whiten
I call myself a n******g 'cause the sh** that I'm writing
Hypes me, hypes other mother f**ers around me
And that's the reason why they want to surround me
And ask me: why do I call myself a n******g-o
Ain't none of their f**in' business 'cause I'll let the trigger go
So get out of my presence, and get out of my sight
'Cause MC Ren is a n******g for Life
You're a n******g 'til you die
If you're a poor n******g, then you're a poor n******g
If you're a rich n******g, you're a rich n******g
But you never stop being a n******g
And if you get to be educated, you's an education n******g
It's plain to see, you can't change me
'Cause I'm a be a n******g for Life