[Intro: Scarface]
Yeah, yeah
It's fucked up

[Verse 1: Scarface & Willie D]
I got a partner who been gone for eleven flat
And I ain't seen him since he been gone, imagine that
A young n***a in the hood I grew up in
Fightin' a battle in the system that no one wins
And all these n***as go for bad when they lose friends
Gettin' impossible to tie up all the loose ends
My homeboy lost his sista in a car wreck
He's still alive but through her eyes he done saw her death
And when he came, he was violent (violent)
And when he left, she was silent (silent)
No other way left to describe it
You tellin' n***as keep they heads up, you fool you
When they killin' n***as like they used to
And ain't no-mothafuckin-body fightin' back
Pretty soon they gon be hangin blacks (why?)
'Cause n***as won't react, we take an eye for an eye
And a tooth for tooth do them bitches like they do us
Cock it back and shoot

[Chorus 1]
Lock and load, standin' at the end of the road
Glocks explode, you mothafuckas reap what you sow
Lock the doors, ain't nobody leavin' alive
At the end of the line, we gotta die
That's why we're take an eye for an eye and a tooth for tooth
Do them bitches like they do us, cock it back and shoot
Lock and load, standin' at the end of the road
Rob and loot, you ride for me I ride for you
[Verse 2]
And when you pop them mothafuckas
You pop them bitches till they stop bleeding
I'm coming through and my Glock leadin'
(And they stop breathin')
You tell his mothafuckin mama "stop grievin'"
Cause we're not leavin'
Until she know how to feels to lose a loved one
Mothafuck a redneck race
(Fuck that n***a, let's slug one n***a)
Tie that bitch by his ankles to the back of a truck
Drag his ass till his body parts rip the fuck up

[Pre-Chorus]
Lock and load, standin' at the end of the road
Glocks explode, you mothafuckas reap what you sow
Lock the doors, ain't nobody leavin' alive
At the end of the line, we gotta die
That's why I'm keepin' my peace of mind
Poverty structured to destroy
Everything that it touches
Leavin' n***as on crutches
And the whole neighborhood in pain
We bow our heads and continue to pray

[Chorus 1]
Lock and load, standin' at the end of the road
Glocks explode, you mothafuckas reap what you sow
Lock the doors, ain't nobody leavin' alive
At the end of the line, we gotta die
That's why we're take an eye for an eye and a tooth for tooth
Do them bitches like they do us, cock it back and shoot
Lock and load, standin' at the end of the road
Rob and loot, you ride for me I ride for you
[Verse 4]
You disrespect our community when you come around
Then enlist the black ministers to calm us down
Bitch, fuck peace and the police
Until the bullshit cease, it's a war in the belly of the beast
A Nat Turner-Learner
I keep my finger on the fuckin' trigga
I ain't scared like these other n***as
Black life being lost to you cannibal types
While you're fightin' over animal rights, you cannibal whites
Decapitate 'em like they did dude
And let em rot in the woods
Leave 'em sittin' there for bird food
It's cold-blooded
'Cause we can't get a fair shot
We're gettin' 20 years for dime rocks
Three strikes, that's shit for n***as and the vatos
Not for the crackas up in Pine Oaks, and I hope (I hope)
Eventually, we'll overcome it
But ain't no motherfuckin' singin'
You wantin' drama? We can bring it

[Bridge: Willie D]
Look I'ma say this shit one time and one time only
We ain't against all white people
But we are against all white people that's against us
Fuck all you motherfuckers!
[Verse 5]
Fuck your jail cells
Fuck your mangy-ass dogs
Fuck your chewing tobacco
Fuck your confederate flag
And fuck your militias, your shotguns in the back of your pickups
You cow-herdin', sheep-fuckin', horseback-ridin'
Barefoot-walkin', tractor-drivin', trailer-park
Cousin-fuckin, n***a-jew-hatin
Redneck racist (you mothafucka)
You mothafuckas are unbelievable
Y'all talkin' all that shit about "go back to Africa"
You weren't talkin' all that shit when we was out there in them fields sweatin'
Pickin' that cotton for y'all mothafuckin' asses
We built this mothafucka
We deserve just as much if not more prosperity than you hoes do
Angry white man, who the fuck you angry with?
You should be angry with your mothafuckin' self
Because we don't own corporate America
Y'all do
Corporate America is 70 percent white male Anglo Saxon
Y'all run the motherfucker, y'all took the job overseas
You wanna be mad at somebody, be mad at your goddamned self
But if you wanna get it on we can get it on mothafucka
Till the break of dawn you understand what I'm sayin'
You want a race war? You got it
I ain't scared of you motherfuckers