Black On Black Crime Lyrics by Pop Da Brown Hornet

Black On Black Crime Lyrics

    [intro]
    Yeah, yeah
    Gon' keep that spectacular, free shit
    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
    Niggas 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 fucked 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
    Niggas 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 shit
    In peacefully, in luxury, comfortably
    Every memory, would be a butter milk fantasy
    We enjoy the great outdoor, fuck 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 nigga 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 niggas 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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