Could you tell me who released our animal instinct?   An' 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 at each other's wealth   Comin' up is just in me   But the black community is full of envy      Too much back stabbin'   While I look out the window 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 porch monkeys   To the average bigot, redneck honky   You say comin' up is a must   But before we can come up, take a look at us      And all y'all dope-dealers   Your as bad as the police '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' Cadillacs      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 Vanilla Ice   And y'all sit and screamin' and cuss   But there's no one ta blame but us      Us will always sing the blues   'Cause all we care about is hairstyles and tennis shoes   An' 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'   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 chifforobe      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 y'all think it's dumb of me   To hold a mirror to ya face   But trust, nobody gives a fuck about