This One's For Me Lyrics

Yo yo wha*sup Ice man, you look upset brother
Yo man, I got a lot of things on my mind man
But I don't know if I should put it on this record
Yaknahmsayin'?

Man go ahead and kick it man
Let the people know what's happenin' man
You know brothers out there sellin' out man
Why they goin' out like that man?
Yo, sellin' out like it ain't nothin' man
I ain't with it

Dig it, I'm just a brother from L.A.
South Central, I live life the fly way
Used to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game
Infamy got dumped for fame

Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme
But my lyrics are deeper
Because I'm the one that makes you think before make a move
I wrote 'Pusher', 'High rollers', and 'Colors' just to prove

That I could kick game, and drop knowledge at the same time
But one L.A. station wouldn't play my records one time
I'm tryin' to save my community
But these bourgeoisie blacks keep on doggin' me

They don't care about violence, drugs and gangs
K J L H, you ain't about nuttin'
You just a bunch of punk bourgeoisie black s*ckers
And this one's for me

You won't play no Public Enemy
You ain't playin' no Boogie Down Productions
You ain't tryin' to represent the black community
You just carin' about your little ol' R&B bull

You play all day and night
I represent Los Angeles all over the United States
And you ain't did nothin' for me
Think about it

Hold up, I ain't finished on the diss tip
There's a few more punks that I got to rip
All you chump MC's who sell out quick
When P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip

But now they got problems and you s*ckers run
Who's Chuck's real friends, does he really have one?
You yell P.E. this, P.E. that
Fist in the air, proud to be black

Now they got static and you run like punks
I haven't heard an MC stand up for him once
Maybe you s*ckers are just hopin' that they fall off
So you can fill their shoes, nope sorry boss

That's what the matter with black people anyway
We ain't down with nothin', I don't care what you say
Yell or lie, don't even bother
How low will a brother go for a dollar?

Public Enemy broke a new rap age
And now you rappers ain't got nothin to say?
Yo it's their problem, Griff shouldn'ta said it
E where's my pistol? Yo I'll go get it

'Cause it's time for me to enforce some discipline
Are you down or not, are you out or in?
Chuck Flav and Griff are my true friends
I got their backs if it means my career ends

All you so-called down MC's with Public Enemy
I ain't heard nobody out there, tryin' to help my man out
YouknowhatI'msayin'? Griff is my man, I don't care what he said
YouknowhatI'msayin'? And I ain't gon' let them go out like that
YouknowhatI'msayin'? Chuck, Ice got your back
Anybody out there got problems with Public Enemy, come talk to me

Once again, I'm back in the diss mode
I gotta speak my mind, it's time to unload
On this so-called government we've got
If I lied like them, I think I'd get shot

They sell drugs to kids and say it's us
And when the cops are crooks, who can you trust?
You only see young brothers in a drug bust
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust

My homey got a year for an ounce of weed
While Bush sells weapons to the enemy
You gotta be stone blind not to see
Our government is honest, nigga, please

Cocaine can't be made in the United States
Kickin' facts like this our government hates
The young kids on the streets ain't the enemy
They're just ghetto youth after money

They sell drugs, but who sells drugs to them?
Try the C.I.A. my friend
Or the F.B.I. or even Bush
Somebody's gettin' rich, damn sure ain't us

We're just killin' ourselves while others laugh
Look at the street, it's a cocaine bloodbath
We gotta realize dope is pure death
Mess with drugs, you're breathin' your last breath
Sellin' drugs is straight up genocide
They're gonna laugh, while we all die

Sittin' up there thinkin' you're makin' that money
Hustlin' and all that, you're killin' your brothers
YouknowhatI'msayin'?
You just stupid, straight up stupid

Puttin' dope into your body, c'mon, youknowhatI'msayin'?
You gotta get somethin' goin' out there
Get some brains, youknowhatI'msayin'?
We are just playin' ourselves cold out of the pocket

This one's for me, I make records for you
But this cut I straight out had to do
There's topics in my mind I have to break
'Cause so many of you out there are so damn fake

If ya ain't know they're no-one, cutthroats
Back stabbers, scheamin' for banknotes
And all of you out there know what I'm talkin' 'bout
If you claim you're down then never sell-out

Never sell out, youknowhatI'msayin'?
You gotta stay down for yours
You know I want it, sure as I'm Ice-T
I make records for you, but this one's for me

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout out there
There's ways to sell out left and right
But you ain't got to do that
There's thing's more important than money

I'm talkin' 'bout pride, I'm talkin' 'bout dignity
You got it out there
All you got to do is stand on your own two feet
Don't go out like no s*cker
Stay down, youknowhatI'msayin'? Peace

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