DJ Premier - N.H.B. (n***a, Hoe, b**h) lyrics

[DJ Premier] This is a public service announcement Yeah, to ban the word, n***a, ho, b**h, uh huh So, let's have a discussion, let's talk about it See what the hip-hop community, the streets, the hood, feel about this sh** right here [Intro] DJ Premier: Yo Poet, how do you feel about that sh**, man? Blaq Poet: Mind your motherf**ing business. This is hood sh**, hip-hop sh** [Verse 1: Blaq Poet] Now how the f** you gon' tell us what to say? We live with n***as and b**hes and hoes everyday Now if I call my n***a my n***a, that's how we talk If I call some ho a b**h, that's how she walks Now if I say it on records, than that's how it go Would you let your kids sit back and watch p**no? No So don't blame it on me cause little Susie Want to shake what her momma gave her, sell crack to the neighbors Jesse, you're a player, and Oprah, you're a f**ing hater And here's a middle finger for New York's finest Click, clack, blaow, hold that Don Imus They try to say what we say is negative But there's a war going on in Iraq that's k**ing kids I say what I say, I spit how I spit it Hip-hop brought more races together than the Olympics We got white boys with braids, Chinese with waves That ain't the f**ing Jim Crow days So shut the f** up and get off our dick And don't worry if I say you's a n***a, ho, b**h [Sample] "Come here" [DJ Premier] Psst, what up [Verse 2: Panchi] There's a war going on outside, it's like a virus We're getting attacked by Sharpton and Imus And Harpo acting like she numb Ho get a couple dollars, b**h forget where she from I scream nappy headed ho with immunity, you crazy A strong black woman raised me Whipped my a**, in the shape to drop j**els on a baby And that's why the God ain't lazy You mad at us now? Come on, my n***a Jesse Jackson even said it for show, my n***a At the Source Awards to a round of applause And I know he rehearsed before he said that curse And so did I, s** a dick and die Got a political angle cause your career's in a tangle Try to f** with my label, take food off my table That's brother against brother, like Cain and Abel [Sample] "Good god, a whole lot of n***as here today" "Look at here, you motherf**ers came in a bunch, did you" [Verse 3: Shabeeno] They say hip-hop is dying, don't believe that, pa Long as Preem making beats, I know CPR R.A.W., no other way to give it to you Looked up to you, but now I got to sh** on you Russ, it was good when you was eating off of sh** like "n***as better get it right, b**hes better get it right" Explicit lyrics, Im'ma say what I wanna Al and Russell wants to bump their heads in a sauna Trying to control what I write, censor my mic Want to stereotyped if you live my life If you came where I come from, then y'all already know A lady from a b**h probably know a couple hoes So you ain't gonna Imus me, Bill O'Reilly me Can't send cop to us to 2 Live Crew us Al, you're bugging, concentrate on the trial Make sure they rot in the cell for what they did to Sean Bell Motherf**ers [Sample] "Why you want to f** with me, n***a?" "b**h this, b**h that, n***a this, n***a that In the mean while my pockets are gettin fat" "sh**, somebody get this n***a off of me"