[Pop The Brown Hornet]
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I'm not sure no more, constant war
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What's it all for
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Everybody out here poor
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Niggas cuttin throat, got crackheads sellin soap
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Little shorties down the block pushin dope and coke
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Try and make it out the ghetto, where you gon run to
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Overseer got you exactly where he want you
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In the projects doin fucked up things
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Like sellin crack, it's like my whole family's fiends
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If it ain't one thing it's bound to be another
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Peace to all the three time felons, word to mother
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Niggas gettin hit with outrageous bids
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While the next man's in the world raisin your kids
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Now what you gon do, it's all up to you
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Be your own man or run behind your crew
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If you get bagged don't expect no help
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In the street life erybody roll for delf
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Chorus: (2x)
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Black on black crime, you know it got to stop
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It's time that my peeps we start reachin for the top
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The only way we gonna get there is together
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Let's start the revolution, you know I'm for whatever
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If I had one wish, every black man would be rich
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Own they own property, have they tailor-made bitch
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Live peacefully in luxury, comfortably
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Every memory would be a buttermilk fantasy
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We'd enjoy the great outdoor, muthafuck war
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Everyday lived would be like a paid rapper on tour
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Without the problems, we don't really need em
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Every wiz would be a dime, every nigga would be handsome
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The only drug would be jaw weed
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With a little bombazee, that's all a black man need
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Money would be somethin that we burned in the fire
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While lampin in Alaska with your midnight desire
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Sippin on daiquiri, happily enjoyin the scenery
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Snow fall natural like a girl's virginity
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Erytime be like the first time
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Somethin like the last time, remindin you of your pasttime
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When things probably wasn't that great
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Robbin niggas for weights, spent your childhood upstate
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Couldn't escape the gun slingin, flower bringin
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Under the buildin callin yourself kingpinin
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Chorus (2x)
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Black on Black Crime
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GP Wu |