You think n***as are colored? n***a's a behavior There's all kinds of n***as [Verse 1: Styles P] Too much black on black crime n***a That's something real we can't fake about But that doesn't give a right for a white cop To pull his handgun and take us out I love a lot of cool white folks But be blind, I refuse n***a You can't pull a bunch of articles Of black cops k**ing white kids On the news n***a [Hook: Styles P] White boy in hip hop, you a n***a too Racist a** cop you, you a n***a too If you ever said n***a, you a n***a too But this is God's house so tell me Where's the living room? [Verse 2: Styles P] Give me some racist crackers and just sit 'em down Let me tell 'em some sh**, that they ain't figured out You're little white son, in his room playin' hip hop loud That's my n***a man Yeah I said it, he a n***a too You wanna k** me? You should k** him too If this is God's house, where's the living room? I'm strapped and I see a white cop Should I give it to him? Like f** it, I'm the enemy You wanna k** me and my seeds, that's the energy Malcolm, Martin and Mandela, it's all memories Better start remembering, the fist keep 'em tremblin' [Hook: Styles P] [Verse 3: Styles P] I swear to God with my right hand Most of the racists are scared of the white man Cause they'll take a foreign land and make it a white land And the whole time the bible's on the night stand It ain't a black clan, it's a white clan Why you wanna shorten our life span We made it a matter, so it got to matter You a n***a too You wouldn't hear that from a lot of rappers [Hook: Styles P] We all need to live! We matter! We muthaf**in' matter! Our lives matter! Our kids lives matter! n***a!