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Schools with outdated books, we are the forgotten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