****** 4 Life

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N.W.A

歌词

Why do I call myself a ************* you ask me?

Well, it's because mother*******s want to blast me

And run me outta my neighborhood

They label me as a **** dealer, yo, and say that I'm no good

But I can't find jobs, so *************s wouldn't have to go out

Gave up some **** on the corner, so they could show out

When the cops came, they gave a fake name

Because the life in the streets is just a head game

So, therefore to make more

A fifteen year old black kid will go and rob a liquor store

And get shot in the process

He ate up a nine bullet and now he's put to rest

Why do I call myself a *************, you ask me?

I guess it's the way *************t has to be

Back, when I was young gettin' a job was murder

*************, flippin' burgers 'cause I deserve a

Nine to five, I can be proud of that I can speak loud of

And to help a ************* get out of

Yo, the concrete playground

But most mother*******s only want you to stay down

But I'm a smart mother*******, you see

One of the best producers in the rap music industry

Gettin' paid like a mother *******

A young brother, who don't give a ************* about another, yeah

Why do I call myself a *************, you ask me?

Because police always wanna harass me

Every time that I'm rollin'

They swear up and down that the car was stolen

Make me get faced down in the street

They throw the *************t out my car on the concrete

In front of a residence

A million white mother*******s on my back like I shot the President

Why do I call myself a *************, you ask me?

Because my mouth is so mother ******' nasty

************* this, ************* that, ************* this, ************* that

In the mean while my pockets are gettin' fat

Gettin' paid to say this *************t here

Makin' more in a week than a doctor makes in a year

So, why not call myself a *************?

It's better than pulling the trigger and goin' up the river

And don't I get called a ************* anyway?

Booked as a mother******* and locked away

So, so, cut out all that bull *************t

Yo, I guess I'll be a ************* 4 life

*************z, crack heads, thieves

If there's Hell below, we're all gonna go

*************, *************, *************, *************, *************, *************, please

I'm treated like a ******' disease

You say, why do I call myself a ************* so quick?

'Cause I can reach in my draws and pull out a bigger *************

Yo, *************z say ************* we cool

But, cracker say *************, ************* not to ************* up

But I got to be a fast ************* to never be the last *************

Or I have to beat your ass, *************

In the city you see action first

Then hear about it later in a verse I curse

Because I'm real with this to keep my *************t straight bumpin'

Murder created by the streets of Compton

And I get it from the underground poet

I live it, I see it and I write it because I know it

And if you think I'm ******g your wife

Your mother ******' right, yo, because I'm a ************* 4 life

*************, this, *************, that

The actual fact is that I'm black and bound to attract

The attention of another, I mean the other

But I'm a mother ******* that'll have them running for cover

You see, I don't give a ************* about nothing

Except getting paid, getting ******* and [Incomprehensible] with stitches

Which is all needed to read it and find a rhyme

And then it's time to say, the *************'s here to stay

But what about the fake *************s, the house *************s

To get paid quick they gotta suck a fat *************

But NWA is outta your mother ******' range

We ain't gonna change a mother ******' thing

I call myself a ************* 'cause my skin won't whiten

I call myself a ************* 'cause the *************t that I'm writing

Hypes me, hypes other mother *******s around me

And that's the reason why they wanna surround me

And ask me, why do I call myself a negroe

Ain't none of their ******' business 'cause I'll let the trigger go

So, get out of my presence and get out of my sight

'Cause MC Ren is a ************* 4 life, yeah

You're a ************* 'til you die

If you're a poor *************, then you're a poor *************

If you're a rich *************, you're a rich *************

But you never stop being a *************

And if you get to be educated, you's an educated *************

It's plain to see, you can't change me