[Intro - various dialogue] Now that's how this shit go! And I know you don't like me spittin in your motherfuckin face But ain't a motherfuckin thing, you can do, about a nigga Punk motherfucker!
Some people may say well, you overdramatized it No we're not - it's not a drama workshop, it is a reality Things like that do take place in prisons The murders, the suicides, as well as the rapes Do take place inside these human warehouses
[Ice Cube] Nigga I'm a hustler, act like I'm lovin ya Don't mind fuckin ya, just like the Governor Used to be the dope man, rolled a hundred spokes man When I come through, treat me like the Pope man Ghetto spokesman, I know niggaz In Eastside Oakland all the way to Brook-lyn And they love my shitty drawers, what you smokin? Think you got the balls, nigga I'm a Trojan Catchin all that just like a prophylac' Don't reproduce, that bullshit is whack Flavor Flav with a white bitch that is whack Got to put the nigga back in my Cadillac Take him to the hood, where it's action packed Let him know that the target's still on his back It's a hustle called capitalism Got my niggaz in prison, all stuck in the system yeah Recognize who's a hustler, George Dubya He's the one that's sittin back, fuckin ya With a big dick stuck in ya I'm from a place where the fuckin Terminator is the Governor
(I got a Public Pretender.. tryin to make me a winner) (Nigga please don't surrender.. they'll have you for dinner)
[Chorus: Ice Cube] The ghetto is a nigga trap, take the cheese Soon as you do it here come the police Invented and designed fo' us to fail Where you gon' end up, dead or in jail
[Ice Cube] You only got two places State of California, got two faces Motherfuckin devils, get straight racist When they get you in them lonely dark places Concrete slave ships, never move Where niggaz like us get used like a mule Don't let 'em catch you, arrest you Strip and undress you, throw you in a cesspool You wanna know the crime of the century A ghetto elementary, a mental penitentiary Black man, you never been friend of me Boy you kin to me, why we enemies? The ghe-tto is a trap Fuck where you from, nigga look where you at Where you wanna be? Point it out on a map Don't be scared to leave homey, we can come back If you wanna come back to this bullshit Most of it comin straight out the pulpit We got to change our ways in the hood Understand that it's AIDS in the hood...
The nigga trap... [echoes for a bit]
[Chorus - 2X]
(I got a Public Pretender.. tryin to make me a winner) (Nigga please don't surrender.. they'll have you for dinner) [fades out]