[Intro - various dialogue] Now that's how this sh** go! And I know you don't like me spittin in your motherf**in face But ain't a motherf**in thing, you can do, about a n***a Punk motherf**er! Some people may say well, you overdramatized it No we're not - it's not a drama workshop, it is a reality Things like that do take place in prisons The murders, the suicides, as well as the rapes Do take place inside these human warehouses [Ice Cube] n***a I'm a hustler, act like I'm lovin ya Don't mind f**in ya, just like the Governor Used to be the dope man, rolled a hundred spokes man When I come through, treat me like the Pope man Ghetto spokesman, I know n***az in Eastside Oakland all the way to Brook-lyn And they love my sh**ty drawers, what you smokin? Think you got the balls, n***a I'm a Trojan Catchin all that just like a prophylac' Don't reproduce, that bullsh** is whack Flavor Flav with a white b**h that is whack Got to put the n***a back in my Cadillac Take him to the hood, where it's action packed Let him know that the target's still on his back It's a hustle called capitalism Got my n***az in prison, all stuck in the system yeah Recognize who's a hustler, George Dubya He's the one that's sittin back, f**in ya With a big dick stuck in ya I'm from a place where the f**in Terminator is the Governor (I got a Public Pretender.. tryin to make me a winner) (n***a please don't surrender.. they'll have you for dinner) [Chorus: Ice Cube] The ghetto is a n***a trap, take the cheese Soon as you do it here come the police Invented and designed fo' us to fail Where you gon' end up, dead or in jail [Ice Cube] You only got two places State of California, got two faces Motherf**in devils, get straight racist When they get you in them lonely dark places Concrete slave ships, never move Where n***az like us get used like a mule Don't let 'em catch you, arrest you Strip and undress you, throw you in a cesspool You wanna know the crime of the century A ghetto elementary, a mental penitentiary Black man, you never been friend of me Boy you kin to me, why we enemies? The ghe-tto is a trap f** where you from, n***a look where you at Where you wanna be? Point it out on a map Don't be scared to leave homey, we can come back If you wanna come back to this bullsh** Most of it comin straight out the pulpit We got to change our ways in the hood Understand that it's AIDS in the hood... The n***a trap... [echoes for a bit] [Chorus - 2X] (I got a Public Pretender.. tryin to make me a winner) (n***a please don't surrender.. they'll have you for dinner) [fades out]