TRU (Master P - Run Away Slaves lyrics

[Voice in Background] Look at the little porch monkeys, f**in jiggaboo [Master P talking] My ancestor Kunta Kinte said We come over to this b**h, smiling on a banana boat (And they f**ed our b**hes and raped them) They never told us what the f** we came over here for (Call us jiggaboos) And did deals with the Indians (Wild Coyotes) Ain't no f**in body ever did no deals with no black folks [Chorus] x 4 We run away slaves (Run n***a run) They say we free then put guns to our head [Master P] Now the cops try to arrest me and these b**hes wanna test me My ??? scream P don't let the master get the best of me The game got me crazy, I'm f**ed up I can't sleep They put dope on boats and planes and did deals with the enemy That's us, some say in God we f**in trust The slavery's f**in over but the world is messed up Black on black crime, either you poor or you blind Life is a welfare line and the homies they doin time Some n***as they switch for a lighter sentence or they switch The ghetto is a b**h, n***as live to get rich Then they slam my f**in dreams like b-ball k**in chickens and pigs, just to feed the white hogs No houses, no meals, no seven acres Put us in the projects put us on dope and playa hate us Now lady h**n steady gettin money Ms. Cocoa leaf and weed, damn they gettin blunted And my homies steady dyin, mothers steady cryin I'm walkin the straight line keepin my people off the grind Probation and parole, n***as in four doors This ain't for the radio but you run away poor folks [Chorus] x 4 [Master P talking] For all the muthaf**in runaways out there I mean all us n***as that been incarcerated by technology By life, by the judicial system, (run n***a run) By the white folks or even the black folks that think they white (even the haters) Martin Luther King was a run away slave Jesse Jackson a run away slave Malcom X, he was a run away slave Mohammed, run away slave Farrakhan, run away slave Muthaf**in No Limit, we run away's (me Master P) From the whole record industry Cause we ain't bout havin 15 percent (I'm a runaway n***a) We bout havin 100 (I'm about my paper) We bout teachin other n***as how to get theirs Cause we gon get ours (you got to) Y'all get yours, stop hatin Break away n***a (the media) The chains is still there (y'all can't stop us) And this mothaf**in black on black crime (yeah n***a) It gotta stop (yeah n***a) Run away slaves That's just what they want us to do (but we gon go to college) n***a be all you can be if you a soldier (we gon be doctors, we gon bepresident) No Limit Army n***a (No Limit motha f**in sports) (We gon be rap stars) We run away slaves n***a (Maurice Collins) Takin over, we bringin our mothaf**in athletes home (Leland Hardy, runaway slave boy) And we keepin it real, we keepin it treal (Sylvester Scott, Edward Hawkins) No Limit, run away slaves (lawyers, politicians) That's what we bout, keepin it treal, politickin n***a (that's what i'm talkin bout) Black publications (doin what we gotta do) No more probation and parole (no more hoes) Colored folks stickin together n***a (I got the car door open n***a get in)