Lyrics:

I Was Told Cause I Didn''t Witness The Whole Act **lf**in And Out Was The Movement Of The Bozack **lf**it Was Hot And Sweaty And Lots Of Pushin **lf**then The Nut Came Gushin **lf**and It Was Hell Tryin To Bail To The Ovary **lf**with Nuttin But The Lord Lookin Over Me **lf**i Was White With A Tail **lf**but When I Reached The Finish Line Young Black Male! **lf**one Cell Made Two And Two Cells Made Fo'' **lf**and So On So Now I''m A Embryo **lf**then I Got A Hunch **lf**that I''ma Be On Lockdown, For Nine Months **lf**chillin, With My Mother To Guide Me **lf**and Nuttin But A Stomach To Hide Me **lf**from All That Worry And Bullshit **lf**nine Months Later, I Elbow Pull And Kick **lf**cause My Time Is Up And I Don''t Care **lf**with One Big Push, I''m Outta There **lf**june 15th, It''s Just My Luck **lf**in 1969, A Nigga Is The Product **lf****lf**''ghetto Ass Nigga, You Ain''t Shit, **lf**and You Ain''t Gon'' Never Be Shit!'' **lf****lf**i Learned How To Walk And Talk And All That **lf**they Put Me In School, But It Don''t Matter **lf**cause I''m Sittin In History **lf**learnin Bout A Sucker, Who Didn''t Give A Fuck About Me **lf**they Try To Shape Us **lf**but I Know Uncle Sam Is A Motherfuckin Rapist **lf**so I Stopped Payin Attention **lf**ice Cube, Headed, Straight To Detention **lf**fuck That Shit, I Roam The Hallways **lf**i''m Sent Home And I Don''t Got All A''s **lf**a High School Dropout **lf**my Father Had Beef So I Tried To Knock Pops Out **lf**but I Got Tossed, He''s The Boss **lf**i''m Out Of There And Mad Cause I Lost **lf**now Bein On My Own Is A Factor **lf**so I Become, The Neighborhood Jacker **lf**gimme Your Car, Run Your Jewels **lf**makin A Livin Robbin Fools **lf**and If I Let My Nine Rang Out **lf**you Know, It''ll Make Your Brains Hang Out **lf**so What''s Your Fate **lf**am I The Nigga You Love, Or The One You Love To Hate **lf**the Wrong Answer Is Said, The Nigga Fled **lf**i Pump Lead, Now He''s In A Puddle Of Red **lf**and If You Got A Buck, You''re Shit Out Of Luck **lf**stuck Up By The Motherfuckin Product **lf****lf**''uh-Uh Motherfucker You Gots To Get A Job **lf**if You Wanna Stay In My Motherfuckin House'' **lf****lf**''many Young Men Reject The Traditional Values **lf**that Are Important To Their Parents. **lf**church, School And Family **lf**have Been Replaced By Street, Turf, And Gang.'' **lf****lf**twenty-One Now, And Paid In Full **lf**feelin Bad, From All The Shit I Pulled **lf**on People Back In The Day **lf**plus, I Got A Little Baby On The Way **lf**so I''m Tryin To Go Straight **lf**i''m With My Baby''s Momma, Out On A Date **lf**til The Punk Ass Cops Ran My Plate **lf**now I''m On A Bus Upstate **lf****lf**''oh, The Young Nigga Done Caught A Case!'' **lf**''sittin In The Mess Hall, Sayin My Grace'' - Ll Cool J **lf****lf**sent To A Concrete Hoe-House **lf**where All The Products Go, No Doubt **lf**yo Momma, I Gotta Do Eleven **lf**livin In A Five By Seven **lf**dear Baby, Your Man''s Gettin Worn Out **lf**of Seein Young Boys Gettin They Assholes Torn Out **lf**and Then He Got Shanked With A Spoon **lf**and He Was ''sposed To Get Out Soon **lf**is It My Fault, He Was Caught In Production **lf**where A Young Black Life Means Nothin **lf**just Because, I Didn''t Want To Learn Your Grammar **lf**you Say I''m Better Off In The Slammer **lf**and It''s Drivin Me Batty **lf**cause My Little Boy, Is Missin Daddy **lf**i''m Ashamed, But The Fact Is **lf**i Wish Pops Let Me Off On The Mattress **lf**or Should I Just Hang From The Top Bunk **lf**but That''s Goin Out Like A Punk **lf**my Life Is Fucked! **lf**but It Ain''t My Fault, Cause I''m The Motherfuckin Product **lf****lf**''he Ain''t Shit