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g.p. wu - black on black crime lyrics
[verse 1: pop the brown h-rnet]
i’m not sure no more, constant war
what’s it all for, everybody out here poor
n-ggas cuttin’ throat, got crackheads sellin’ soap
little shorties down the block pushin dope and c0ke
trying to make it out the ghetto, where you gon run to
overseer got you exactly where he want you
in the projects doing f-cked up things
like selling crack, it’s like my whole family’s fiends
if it ain’t one thing it’s bound to be another
peace to all the three time felons, word to mother
n-ggas getting hit with outrageous bids
while the next man’s in the world raisin’ your kids
now what you gon’ do, it’s all up to you
be your own man or run behind your crew
if you get bagged don’t expect no help
in the street life e’rybody roll for delf
[chorus 2x: pop da brown h-rnet]
black on black crime, you know it got to stop
it’s time that my peeps we start reaching for the top
the only way we gonna get there is together
let’s start the revolution, you know i’m for whatever
[verse 2: pop da brown h-rnet]
if i had one wish, every black man would be rich
own they own property, have their tailor-made b-tch
live peacefully in luxury, comfortably
every memory would be a b-ttermilk fantasy
we’d enjoy the great outdoor, motherf-ck war
everyday lived would be like a paid rapper on tour
without the problems, we don’t really need ’em
every wiz would be a dime, every n-gga would be handsome
the only drug would be jaw weed
with a little bombazee, that’s all a black man need
money would be something that we burned in the fire
while lamping in alaska with your midnight desire
sipping on daiquiri, happily enjoying the scenery
snow fall natural like a girl’s virginity
e’rytime be like the first time
somethin’ like the last time, reminding you of your pastime
when things probably wasn’t that great
robbin’ n-ggas for weights, spent your childhood upstate
couldn’t escape the gun slinging, flower bringing
under the building calling yourself kingpinning
[chorus 2x: pop da brown h-rnet]
black on black crime, you know it got to stop
it’s time that my peeps we start reaching for the top
the only way we gonna get there is together
let’s start the revolution, you know i’m for whatever
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