[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] 

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