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