Tonalité : B minor
Verse 1
Am
Yo yo whassup Ice man
you look upset brother
Yo man, I got a lot of things
on my mind man
But I don't know if I should put it on this record,
yaknahmsayin?
Verse 2
Am
Man go ahead and kick it man
Verse 3
Am
Let the people know what's
happenin man
You know brothers out
there sellin out man
Why they goin out like that man?
Verse 4
Am
Yo, sellin out like it ain't nothin man
I ain't with it
Verse 5
Am
[Ice- T] Dig
F
Dm
it, I'm just a brother from L.A.
Am
South Central, I live life the fly way
Used to bang and hustle but
I traded for the big game
F
Dm
Am
Infamy got dumped for fame
Now I'm known and respect as cre
F
Am
F
ator of the crime rhyme;
Dm
but my lyrics are deeper
Am
Because I'm the one that makes
you think before make a move
I wrote "Pusher", "High Rollers",
and "Colors" just to prove
F
that I could kick game,
Am
and drop knowledge at the same time
F
Am
F
But one L.A. station wouldn't
Am
F
Am
play my records one time
Dm
I'm tryin to save my community
F
Dm
but these bourgeoise blacks
F
Am
keep on doggin me
They don't care about violence,
drugs and gangs
F
Dm
Am
KJLH, you ain't about nuttin
Dm
Am
You just a bunch of punk
Dm
bourgeoise black suckers
F
Am
and this one's for me
Verse 6
Am
You won't play no Public Enemy
You ain't playin no Boogie
Down Productions
You ain't tryin to represent
the black community
You just carin about your little
ol' R&B +BULL+
you play all day and night
I represent Los Angeles all
over the United States
and you ain't did NUTTIN for me
Verse 7
Think about it
Am
Dm
Hold up, I ain't finished on
Am
Dm
the diss tip
There's a few more punk
F
Am
s that I got to rip
F
Am
All you chump MC's who
sell out quick
Dm
When P.E. was on the top,
Am
you rode the tip
Dm
But now they got problems and
Am
you suckers run
Dm
Who's Chuck's real friends,
Am
does he really have one?
Dm
Gm
Am
You yell P.E. this, P.E. that
Dm
Am
Fist in the air, proud to be black
F
Dm
F
Dm
Now they got static and you run like punks
Am
I haven't heard an MC
stand up for him once
Dm
May be you suckers are just
F
Am
hopin that they fall off
Dm
so you can fill their shoes,
Am
nope sorry boss
F
That's what the matter with
black people anyway
Dm
We ain't down with nothin,
F
I don't care what you say
Am
yell or lie, don't even bother
Dm
Am
How low will a brother go for a dollar?
Public Enemy broke a new rap age
Dm
And now you rappers ain't
Am
got nuttin to say?
"Yo it's their problem"
Verse 8
Am
"Griff shouldn'ta said it"
F
E where's my pistol?
(Yo I'll go get it)
Am
Cause it's time for me to
enforce some discipline
Dm
Am
Are you down or not, are you out or in?
F
Chuck Flav and Griff are my true friends
Am
Dm
F
Am
I got their backs if it means my career ends
Verse 9
Am
All you so- called down
MC's with Public Enemy
I ain't heard nobody out there,
tryin to help my man out
YouknowhatI'msayin? Griff is my man,
I don't care WHAT he said
YouknowhatI'msayin? And I ain't gon' let them
go out like that
YouknowhatI'msayin? Chuck,
Ice got your back
Anybody out there got problems with Public Enemy,
come talk to me
Verse 10
Am
Once again,
F
Am
I'm back in the diss mode
Dm
F
Am
I gotta speak my mind, it's time to unload
Gm
Am
on this so- called government we've got
Dm
Am
If I lied like them, I think I'd get shot
They sell drugs to kids and say it's us
Dm
And when the cops are crooks,
Am
who can you trust?
You only see young brothers
Dm
in a drug bust
Am
Dm
Am
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
My homey got a year for
F
Dm
an ounce of weed
while Bush sells weapons to the enemy
Am
You gotta be stone
F
Am
blind not to see
"Our government is honest!" Nigga,
please
Dm
Cocaine can't be made
Am
in the United States
Dm
Kickin facts like this our government hates
Am
F
Am
The young kids on the
F
Am
streets ain't the enemy
F
Dm
They're just ghetto
Am
youth after money
F
Am
They sell drugs, but who
sells drugs to them?
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Try the C.I.A. my friend
F
Dm
Am
or the F.B.I. or even Bush
Dm
Somebody's gettin rich,
Am
damn sure ain't us
We're just killin ourselves
while others laugh
Dm
Look at the street,
F
Am
it's a cocaine bloodbath
Dm
Am
We gotta realize dope is pure death
Mess with drugs,
Dm
Am
you're breathin your last breath
Dm
Am
Sellin drugs is straight up genocide
Dm
They're gonna laugh,
Am
Dm
Am
while we all die
Verse 11
Am
Sittin up there thinkin you're
makin that money
F
Am
Hustlin and all that,
you're killin your brothers
YouknowhatI'msayin? You just stupid,
straight up stupid
Puttin dope into your body - c'mon,
youknowhatI'msayin?
Dm
Am
You gotta get somethin goin out there
Get some brains,
youknowhatI'msayin?
We are just playin ourselves
cold out of the pocket
Verse 12
Am
This one's for me,
I make records for you
Dm
Am
but this cut I straight out had to do
F
There's topics in my mind I
Gm
F
Am
have to break
Gm
F
Dm
cause so many of you out
Am
there are so damn fake
F
Am
If ya ain't know they're no- one,
Dm
cutthroats
Am
backstabbers, scheamin for banknotes
F
And all of you out there know
Am
what I'm talkin bout
F
Gm
If you claim you're down then
Am
Dm
NEVER sell- out
Am
Never sell out, youknowhatI'msayin?
Gm
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
You gotta stay down for yours
Gm
Am
You know I want it, sure as I'm Ice- T
Gm
Am
Dm
I make records for you,
Am
but this one's for me
Verse 13
Am
You know what I'm talkin
bout out there
There's ways to sell out left and right
But you ain't got to do that
There's things more
important than money
I'm talkin bout pride,
Am
I'm talkin bout dignity
You got it out there
All you got to do is stand on
your own two feet
Don't go out like no sucker
Stay down, youknowhatI'msayin?
Peace
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