Pop Da Brown Hornet - Black On Black Crime lyrics

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Pop Da Brown Hornet - Black On Black Crime lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Gon' keep that spectacular, free sh** Knowhatimean? Put a condom in ya ear, I'm bout to make love to it [Pop Da Brown Hornet] I'm not sure, no more, constant war What's it all for? Everybody out here poor n***as cuttin throat, got crack heads sellin soap Little shorties down the block, pushin dope and coke Try and make it out the ghetto, where you gon run to Oh I see he got you, exactly where he wants you In the projects, doin f**ed up things Like sellin crack, it's like my whole family fiends If it ain't one thing, it's bound to be another Peace to all three time felons, word to mother n***as gettin hit with outrageous bids While the next man in the world raisin ya kid Now what you gon do, it's all up to you Be your own man, or run behind your crew If you get bag, don't expect no help In the street life, everybody roll for delf Chorus 2X: Black on black crime, you know it gotta stop It's time that my peeps, we start reachin for the top The only way we gonna get there, is together Let's start the revolution, you know I'm for whatever [Pop Da Brown Hornet] If I had one wish, every black man would be rich Own they own property, have they tailor made sh** In peacefully, in luxury, comfortably Every memory, would be a bu*ter milk fantasy We enjoy the great outdoor, f** war Everyday live, would be like a paid rapper on tour Without the problems, we don't really need them Every wiz would be a dime, every n***a be handsome The only drug would be jarweed, with a little bonbon jee That's all a black man need Money would be somethin that we burn in the fire While livin in Alaska, with ya midnight desire Sippin on Dacarri, happily, enjoyin the scenery Snow fall, natural like a girl's virginity Every time be like the first time Somethin like the last time Remindin you of your past time When things bob you wasn't that great Robbin n***as for waste, up ya childhood upstate Couldn't escape, the gun slingin, flower bringin Under the buildin, callin yourself kingpinnin' Chorus 2X

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