You know you're the enemy, Yance
Oh, you don't know that, do you?
I bet your black ass doesn't even know there's a war going on
I'm not talking about the war on crime and drugs, I'm talking about the war between black people and niggers
And that's what you are, Yance
You a motherfucking nigga
Let me tell you something
God, I hate niggers, but I love black people
Honest, hard-working, law-abiding black people
Niggers like you, you make me sick
It's no problem for a nigga to get his own people hooked on drugs, have the young girls on the corner turning five-dollar tricks No problem for a nigga to shoot another nigga
No problem for a nigga to rob and steal from good, honest, hard-working black people
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