Goodie Mob
The Both of Me
[Big Fraze]

You turn the other cheek, trynna save face
A black man and "real n***a" ain't the same race
Yeah, a black man and "real n***a" ain't the same race
Trynna hit the finish line in the same race
Race to the finish line, see the game face
While a "real n***a" seems to have more hate
A black man keeps his run at a steady pace
Yeah, that's like the tortous and the hare
A black man save it, a "n***a" throw it in the air

Don't get me wrong, I done kept it real, n***a
Until my daddy told me 'bout a cotton field
That my grandfather picked 'till the day that he was killed, n***a
By a white man, what a real "n***a"

A black man do it on his own
A "real n***a" want you to do it for him
A "real n***a" do a deal for some crumbs
A black man sign a "n***a" 'cause he dumb
A n***a get cash, a man get a check
A n***a think now while a man think next

Jesus was a black man, Judas was a "n***a"
Society has taught us that "You is just a n***a"
And I refuse to believe that
And I refuse to believe that