[Chorus]  They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are  Much more, still we choose to ignore  The obvious, man this history don't acknowledge us  We were scholars long before colleges  They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are  Much more, but still we choose to ignore  The obvious, we are the slave and the master  What you lookin for? You the question and the answer    [Verse 1]  We trust no black leaders, use the stove to heat us  Powdered eggs and government cheeses  The calendars with Martin, JFK and Jesus  Gotta be fresh to go to school with fly sneakers  Schools with outdated books, we are the forgotten  Summers, coolin off by the fire hydrant  Yeah I'm from the ghetto  Where old black women talk about their sugar level - it's not unusual  To see photos of dead homie's funerals  Aluminium foil on TV antennas  Little TV sit on top the big TV, eating TV dinners  Girls die their hair with Kool-Aid  They gave us lemons, we made lemonade  But this nigger's payed, ancestral slaves  Descendant of kings, it's necessary I - bling  Put rims on everything, where tims on every scene    [Chorus]    [Verse 2]  Do I mean it like a slave master, nigger?  No I'm gangsta, gotta eat rappers  My abbreviation was young when I caught the cases  That should mean the court could see my changes, take off the bracelets  Savers went broke, smokes, our diesel, need no Bowflex  My chest still cut up like a bag of dope  Bought patterns consist of boss matters  Spit Moses' lost commandments like a growth sandwich out my mouth  Toast to government cameras peepin us, every week I must  Have my cars, homes and phones squeaked for bugs  But this is what I was dreamin of  Between cuttin hard coke with new razors slicin my fingers up  They used to string us up, we wanted everything  But the one bringin us cake be the snakes like the  Like the New Jack City wedding scene  No time for mistake, tryna get it like metering    [Chorus]    [Verse 3 {Over Chorus}]  {My nig', what up my nig'? Yep!}  People afraid of criticism  But I always put myself in a sacrificial position  They been know I ain't just rappin for fame  I got my old homie hasslin to father askin for chains  Yep, I get it cash up, this paper don't matter  They see me from skinny to fatter, when I rap about war  They got a tendency to scatter, they ain't my backup no more  So now my enemies are at my front door  Cause anytime we mention our condition, our history or existence  They callin it reverse racism  Still to this day the streets torn - my brother Jung'  I'll always have a seat for him - not behind me, beside me  You'll always know where to find me  They say the close ones will hurt you  So let's keep a small circle  On the road to riches and diamond rings  In the land of the blind, the man with one eye is the king    [Chorus]