TRU, Master P - Run Away Slaves lyrics

Look at the little porch monkeys
Fuckin jiggaboo

My ancestor Kunta Kinte said
We come over to this bitch
Smiling on a banana boat
(And they fucked our bitches and raped them)
They never told us what the fuck
We came over here for (Call us jiggaboos)
And did deals with the Indians
(Wild Coyotes)
Ain't no fuckin body ever did no
Deals with no black folks

We run away slaves (Run nigga run)
They say we free then put guns to our head

Now the cops try to arrest me
And these bitches wanna test me
My? scream P don't let the master
Get the best of me the game got me crazy
I'm fucked up I can't sleep
They put dope on boats and planes
And did deals with the enemy
That's us, some say in God we fuckin trust
The slavery's fuckin over but the
World is messed up black on black crime
Either you poor or you blind
Life is a welfare line and
The homies they doin time
Some niggas they switch for a
Lighter sentence or they switch
The ghetto is a bitch
Niggas live to get rich
Then they slam my fuckin dreams like b ball
Killin chickens and pigs
Just to feed the white hogs
No houses, no meals, no seven acres
Put us in the projects put us
On dope and playa hate us
Now lady heroin steady gettin money
Ms cocoa leaf and weed
Damn they gettin blunted
And my homies steady dyin
Mothers steady cryin
I'm walkin the straight line keepin
My people off the grind
Probation and parole, niggas in four doors
This ain't for the radio but
You run away poor folks

We run away slaves (Run nigga run)
They say we free then put guns to our head

For all the muthafuckin runaways out there
I mean all us niggas that
Been incarcerated by technology
By life, by the judicial system
(run nigga run)
By the white folks or even the
Black folks that think they white
(even the haters)
Martin Luther King was a run away slave
Jesse Jackson a run away slave
Malcom X, he was a run away slave
Mohammed, run away slave
Farrakhan, run away slave
Muthafuckin No Limit, we run away's
(me Master P) from the whole record industry
Cause we ain't bout havin 15 percent
(I'm a runaway nigga)
We bout havin 100 (I'm about my paper)
We bout teachin other niggas
How to get theirs
Cause we gon get ours (you got to)
Y'all get yours, stop hatin
Break away nigga (the media)
The chains is still there
(y'all can't stop us)
And this mothafuckin black on black crime
(yeah nigga) it gotta stop (yeah nigga)
Run away slaves
That's just what they want us to do
(but we gon go to college)
Nigga be all you can be if you a soldier
(we gon be doctors, we gon bepresident)
No Limit Army nigga
(No Limit motha fuckin sports)
(We gon be rap stars)
We run away slaves nigga (Maurice Collins)
Takin over
We bringin our mothafuckin athletes home
(Leland Hardy, runaway slave boy)
And we keepin it real, we keepin it treal
(Sylvester Scott, Edward Hawkins)
No Limit, run away slaves
(lawyers, politicians)
That's what we bout, keepin it treal
Politickin nigga
(that's what i'm talkin bout)
Black publications (doin what we gotta do)
No more probation and parole (no more hoes)
Colored folks stickin together nigga
(I got the car door open nigga get in)