I Don’t Wanna Be Called Yo Niga

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Intro] Yo-ho! Yo nigga! Yo nigga! No nigga! Yo my nigga! No nigga! No nigga! Check it out! [Verse 1] How can you say to me, "Yo, my nigga!" Cursin' up a storm, with your finger on the trigger? Stealin' all the dough like a big gold digger Take a small problem, make a small problem bigger Say yo, I ain't poor, I got dough You don't consider me your brother no more? Goddamn kilogram, how do you figure? I don't want to be called "yo nigga"! [Hook] Yo nigga! Yo my nigga! Yo nigga! Hey! Yo nigga! Yo nigga! Yo my nigga! Yo nigga! [Verse 2] I tried to make my statement stick like flypapers Judge says to me, "Yo nigga, sign these goddamn papers" My boss told me, "Yo nigga, you're fired!" Cause my body told me, "Yo nigga, you're tired" Yo nigga this, and yo nigga that I'm yo nigga now cause your head got fat Flav's framalama boy you won't figure Why I don't wanna be called "yo nigga" [Hook] Yo nigga! Yo my nigga! Yo nigga! Nnigga! No, nigga! No, my nigga! No, my nigga! Break it down [Verse 3] N-I-G-G-E-R Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga Everybody sayin' it, everybody playin' it Load it on the scale, 'cause everybody weighin' it Toby say, "Yo, I be good nigga "Nigga get a shovel, nigga be good digger!" I don't care how small or bigger I don't want to be called "yo nigga" [Hook] Yo nigga! Yo nigga! Yo nigga! No, my nigga! No nigga! No nigga! Yo my nigga! Hey! Yo nigga! Yo nigga! Yo my nigga! Yo nigga! Nigga! No, nigga! Yo my nigga! Yo nigga! Yeah! [Fade] [Outro] One minute worth of shit Yo, this is it I wanna talk about us and us Disgusted at the Uncle Toms Droppin' bombs in the hood Sellout niggas, selling drugs And how could you love living in the projects? Getting checks, and giving it back to the government Bust yo ass to pay the rent And lets look at that word, "project" Another word for "experiment" One side of the streets is a church Across the road is a liquor store Both of them keeping us poor Keeping us down, my hood ain't considered a town And the joint Packed back to back with black Full of brothers doing a bid Who did something but did not think And a college of forward black thinkers Who ain't doin' a damn thing collectively And the negro, where the fuck does he go? 'Cause right here is apartheid, he can run, but he can't hide