N.w.a. - n***az 4 Life lyrics

Why do I call myself a n******g, you ask me? Well it's because motherf**ers want to blast me And run me outa my neighborhood They label me as a dope dealer Yo! And say that I'm no good But I can't find jobs so n******gs wouldn't have to go out Gave up some dope on the corner so they could show out When the cops came, they gave a fake name Because the life in the streets is just a head game So therefore, to make more A fifteen year old black kid will go and rob a liquor store And get shot in the process He ate up a nine bullet and now he's put to rest Why do I call myself a n******g, you ask me? I guess it's the way sh** has to be Back when I was young gettin a job was murder f** flippin burgers 'Cause a deserve a nine-to-five I can be proud of That I can speak loud of And to help a n******g get out of. Yo! The concrete playground But most motherf**ers only want you to stay down But I'm a smart motherf**er you see One of the best producers in the rap music industry Gettin paid like a mother f**er A young brother who don't give a f** about another Why do I call myself a n******g, you ask me? Because police always wanna hara** me Every time that I'm rollin They swear up and down that the car was stolen Make me get faced down in the street They throw the sh** out my car on the concrete In front of a residence A million white motherf**ers on my back like I shot the President Why do I call myself a n******g, you ask me? Because my mouth is so mother f**in nasty b**h this, b**h that n******g this, n******g that In the mean while my pockets are gettin fat Gettin paid to say this sh** here Makin more in a week than a doctor makes in a year So, why not call myself a n******g? It's better than pulling the trigger and goin up the river And don't I get called a n******g anyway? Booked as a motherf**er and locked away So... so, cut out all that bull sh** Yo! I guess I'll be a n***a for life { n******gs, crack-heads, thieves. If there's a hell below, we're all gonna go. } n******g. n******g. n******g n******g. n******g n******g, please I'm treated like a f**in disease. You say: why can I call myself a n******g so quick? Cause I can reach in my draws and pull out a bigger dick Yo! n******gs say n******g we cool But, cracker say n******g not to f** up But I got to be a fast n******g Not to be the last n******g Or I have to beat your a**, n******g In the city you see action first Then hear about it later In a verse I curse Because I [?] with this to keep my sh** straight bumpin' Murder created by the streets of Compton I get it from the underground poet I live it, I see it, and I write it Because I know it And if you think I'm f**ing your wife Your mother f**in' right Yo! Because I'm a n******g for Life n******g, this n******g, that The actual fact is that I'm black And bound to attract The attention of another I mean the other But I'm a mother f**er that'll have them running for cover You see, I don't give a f** about nothing Except getting paid, getting b**hes, and [?] with stitches Which is all needed to read it and find a rhyme And then it's time to say The n******g's here to stay But what about the fake n******gs, the house n******gs To get paid quick they gotta s** a fat dick But NWA is outta your mother f**in' range We ain't gonna change a mother f**in' thing I call myself a n******g 'cause my skin won't whiten I call myself a n******g 'cause the sh** that I'm writing Hypes me, hypes other mother f**ers around me And that's the reason why they want to surround me And ask me: why do I call myself a n******g-o Ain't none of their f**in' business 'cause I'll let the trigger go So get out of my presence, and get out of my sight 'Cause MC Ren is a n******g for Life You're a n******g 'til you die If you're a poor n******g, then you're a poor n******g If you're a rich n******g, you're a rich n******g But you never stop being a n******g And if you get to be educated, you's an education n******g It's plain to see, you can't change me 'Cause I'm a be a n******g for Life