美国黑帮片尾曲是《"Can't Truss It"》by Public Enemy。

《Can't Truss It》歌词：

Bass in your face

Not an eight track

Gettin' it good

to the wood

So the people

Give you some a dat

Reactin' to the

fax

That I kick and it stick

And it stay around

Pointin' to the joint,

put the Buddha down

Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots

Ain't givin' it

up

So turn me loose

But then again I got a story

That's harder than the

hardcore

Cost of the holocaust

I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin'

on

I know

Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum

From the base

motherland

The place of the drum

Invaded by the wack diddie wack

Fooled

the black, left us faded

King and chief probably had a big beef

Because of

dat now I grit my teeth

So here's a song to the strong

'Bout a shake of a

snake

And the smile went along wit dat

Can't truss it

Kickin' wicked

rhymes

Like a fortune teller

'Cause the wickedness done by Jack

Where

everybody at

Divided and sold

For liquor and the gold

Smacked in the

back

For the other man to mack

Now the story that I'm kickin' is

gory

Little Rock where they be

Dockin' this boat

No hope I'm

shackled

Plus gang tackled

By the other hand swingin' the rope

Wearin'

red, white and blue Jack and his crew

The guy's authorized beat down for the

brown

Man to the man, each one so it teach one

Born to terrorize sisters

and every brother

One love who said it

I know Whodini sang it

But the

hater taught hate

That's why we gang bang it

Beware of the hand

When

it's comin' from the left

I ain't trippin' just watch ya step

Can't truss

it

An I judge everyone, one by the one

Look here come the judge

Watch

it here he come now

I can only guess what's happ'nin'

Years ago he woulda

been

The ships captain

Gettin' me bruised on a cruise

What I got to

lose, lost all contact

Got me layin' on my back

Rollin' in my own

leftover

When I roll over, I roll over in somebody else's

90 F--kin' days

on a slave ship

Count 'em fallin' off 2, 3, 4 hun'ed at a time

Blood in

the wood and it's mine

I'm chokin' on spit feelin' pain

Like my brain

bein' chained

Still gotta give it what I got

But it's hot in the day, cold

in the night

But I thrive to survive, I pray to god to stay alive

Attitude

boils up inside

And that ain't it (think I'll every quit)

Still I pray to

get my hands 'round

The neck of the man wit' the whip

3 months pass, they

brand a label on my ass

To signify

Owned

I'm on the

microphone

Sayin' 1555

How I'm livin'

We been livin' here

Livin'

ain't the word

I been givin'

Haven't got

Classify us in the

have-nots

Fightin' haves

'Cause it's all about money

When it comes to

Armageddon

Mean I'm getting mine

Here I am turn it over Sam

427 to the

year

Do you understand

That's why it's hard

For the black to love the

land

Once again

Bass in your face

Not an eight track

Gettin' it good

to the wood

So the people

Give you some a dat

Reactin' to the

fax

That I kick and it stick

And it stay around

Pointin' to the joint,

put the Buddha down

Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots

Ain't givin' it

up

So turn me loose

But then again I got a story

That's harder than the

hardcore

Cost of the holocaust

I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin'

on

I know

Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum

From the base

motherland

The place of the drum

Invaded by the wack diddie wack

Fooled

the black, left us faded

King and chief probably had a big beef

Because of

dat now I grit my teeth

So here's a song to the strong

'Bout a shake of a

snake

And the smile went along wit dat

Can't truss it