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Styles P – White Niggaz Lyrics

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White Niggaz Lyrics by Styles P

(intro) they think niggas are of color niggas are behavers there’s 
all kind of niggas

(verse) too much black on black crime, nigga that’s sum’ real we can’t 
think about but that don’t give a right for a white cop to put his hand 
gun out and take us out (hell nah) i luv a lotta cool white folk a b 
blonde that refuse, nigga you can’t pull a bunch of articles of black 
cops killin’ white kids on the news, nigga

(verse 2) gimme some racist crackers and just sit em down lemme tell em 
some shit they ain’t figure our ya lil white son in his room playn hip-hop 
loud that’s my nigga now yeah, i said, he a nigga too you wanna kill 
me, you should kill him too if this is god’s house, where’s the livin’ 
room? i’m strapped and i see a white cop, should i give it to ‘im? like 
fuck it, i’m the enemy you wanna kill me and my seeds, that’s the 
energy malcolm, martin and mandela is all memories we betta start 
remembering, the fist keep on tremblin’

(verse 3) i swear to god with my right hand most of the races is scared 
of the white cuz he’ll take a farmer land and make it a white land and the 
whole time the holy bible’s on the nightstand it ain’t a black clan, it’s a 
white clan why you wanna shorten that lifespan? we made the matter, so we 
gotta matter you a nigga too, you wouldn’t hear that from a lotta rappers

(hook x2) white boy in hip-hop, you a nigga too racist ass cop, you a 
nigga too if you eva said nigga, you a nigga too but this is god’s house, 
so tell me where’s the livin’ room? 
 
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