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"At the bottom of our news tonight
There's been a new animal aimed at the direction of falling off the face of the Earth
Yes, young black teenagers are reported to be the oldest
And the newest creatures added to the endangered species list
As of now, the government has not made steps to preserve the Blacks
When asked why, a top law official adds, 'because they make good game'"
(A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown)
Peace? Hahaha, don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by the trigga
How the fuck do you figure?
That I can say "Peace" and the gunshots will cease?
Every cop killer goes ignored
They just send another nigga to the morgue
A point scored, they could give a fuck about us
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
If I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me
Since I'm young, they consider me the enemy
They kill ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a nigga's neck
'Cause I'm the one with the trunk of funk
And "Fuck tha Police" in the tape deck
You should listen to me 'cause there's more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto 'cause it houses minorities
The other color don't know you can run but not hide
These are tales from the darkside
All of us are endangered, damn!
(A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown)
(A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown)
You wanna free Africa? I'll stare at ya
'Cause we ain't got it too good in America
I can't fuck with them overseas
My homeboy died over keys
Of cocaine, it was plain and simple
The nine millimeter went to the temple
Was the sound I put the bitch down
And ran to the schoolyard bathroom
Looked in the trash can, yo it had room
So I ducked my ass in it for a minute
Covered with trash, I had to lay back
Mad as fuck, thinkin' about the payback
Tonight the crew gonna have a little fun
I went home and cut the barrel of my shotgun
It's gettin' critical - I stole a 5.0
I let it go - drive real slow
I yelled out "Ice Cube, sucka"
The shotgun kicked, and it murdered motherfuckers
I told you last album
"When I got a sawed-off, bodies are hauled off"
It's a shame, that niggas die young
But to the light side it don't matter none
It'll be a drive by homicide
But to me its just another tale from the Darkside
Standing in the middle of war, the minute we flex
When we die, we won't make Jet
Ebony can't see to the light side
The term they apply to us is a nigga
Call it what you want, 'cause I'm comin' from the corner
Same applies to a Ph.D.
Who's black, don't wanna roll, sells his soul
Watch his head go rollin'
Who the fuck are they foolin'?
Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes
Matches the color of the one on my face
As they wonder what's under my waist
(Standin' on the verge) of them gettin' brown
That's a fact, got a fear of the bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide
Yeah, Cube, they can't fuck with the Darkside!