[Hook]:
n***a n***a n***a n***a n***a n***a
I try not to say it but I feel much bigger
n***a n***a n***a n***a Oprah please pardon us
But “Where my brothers at?” doesn't sound hard enough
So n***a n***a n***a n***a n***a please
n***a n***a n***a it comes out with ease
So I keep sayin' it guess I gotta figure
You can look like my brother but I call you my n***a
[Verse One]:
sh** Martin Luther King who?
I ain't sayin son ain't do what he had to do
But we took the word and we made the sh** cool
That n***a got me a day off from school
So I rocks wit him for that, besides that its a wrap
Y'all n***as don't gotta live where I'm at
Back in the days it was white verse black
Now its red verse blue, now its us verse crack
They was hangin and lynchin my people in old times
Now you hang on the bench and get shot by ya own kind
If tomorrow morning the world would go blind
We would still be n***as inside of our own mind
So I don't see racists less we runnin from the cops
And I don't see makin it nowhere past my block
So I'mma hold my corner wanna take it come try
My n***a I'll be a n***a til the day that I die
[Hook]:
n***a n***a n***a n***a n***a n***a
I try not to say it but I feel much bigger
n***a n***a n***a n***a Oprah please pardon us
But “Where my brothers at?” doesn't sound hard enough
So n***a n***a n***a n***a n***a please
n***a n***a n***a it comes out with ease
So I keep sayin' it guess I gotta figure
You can look like my brother but I call you my n***a
[Verse Two]:
I don't care what ya skin color is you a n***a
If you eat and get sleepy you a part of my species
You ever drank a quarter water?
Ever got a WIC check?
Come late, leave early, credit ain't fixed yet?
Work for a white man, pray to a white God?
Wanna live the white dream? Might seem quite odd
That you upset when you hearin' this now
Til you count how many times you say the word out loud
Try sayin brother for a week, yo I tried to
It sounded weak when I would say, “What up my dude?”
Cause I be around crackers on the train
And they don't ever call themselves crackers yo its strange
But when we not around and they say they just playin'
They'll imitate us and play the "I'm a n***a" game
“What up my n***a,” says Brad to his friend
Steve says. “I'm chillin my n***a,” they both grin
And laugh cause they know it's so funny just to hear
The word come out smooth as a term of endearment
But what's even funnier is no one is near
Of color cause if they was they'd be mad and they'd care
But that's the same word you was callin ya self
I guess it ain't funny we took off the red monkeys...
And the bathing apes...
This is probably the worst song I've made to date
It goes...
[Hook]:
n***a n***a n***a n***a n***a n***a
I try not to say it but I feel much bigger
n***a n***a n***a n***a Oprah please pardon us
But “Where my brothers at?” doesn't sound hard enough
So n***a n***a n***a n***a n***a please
n***a n***a n***a it comes out with ease
So I keep sayin' it guess I gotta figure
You can look like my brother but I call you my n***a
[Verse Three]:
They say a n***a is an ignorant person
We say we made the word a different version
The same state we lost blacks in Katrina
They try to jail six n***as out in Jena
Louisiana if you not in the know
Damn n***a sounds so strong when I flow
I guess it's all up to me
Or maybe you I'm just an emcee
It's not even blocked by the FCC
Ya parents never told you not to say n***a please
I still remember that song by Jay-Z
When he would ask who I'm rollin with and everyone would freeze
And be like "My n***as"
I wonder what would happen
If one day he stopped sayin n***a in his raps
If he can stop throwbacks, X5s and old Ranges
Then maybe we can all make changes