paroles de chanson Black And Blue - Brand Nubian
[Sadat
x]
Cool-ass
al,
he
got
a
badge
from
the
neighborhood
yo
Fly
police
car,
the
ninety-two
mod-el.
now
check
it
out
Now
al
used
to
rob,
used
to
smoke,
used
to
steal
And
he
rolled
a
mean
game
of
dice
A
factor
boostin
he
was
nice
as
he
proved
on
the
daily
tip
At
macy's,
he
and
this
kid
up
in
lacy's
Throw
his
head
to
blow
when
he
turned
into
a
fed
I
seen
him,
one
day,
i
tried
to
get
inside
his
head
There's
two
fit
ill,
glock
cops,
with
passion
Black
shoes
fit,
like
they
was
made,
from
ashes
Another
brother,
a
sister
or
somebody's
pops
And
when
i
see
al,
he
never
stops
Unless
it's
to
make
an
arrest
He
can't
kick
it,
unless
he
writes
a
ticket
He
got
a
nasty
way,
attitude
everyday
It
makes
me
kinda
mad
cause
i
really
can't
hit
him
But
brothers
scheamin
to
get
him
(Shoot
'im
inna
de
busta
bumba
claat)
At
any
level
the
worst
devil
is
a
black
one
And
if
you
see
one
you
gots
to
attack
'um
One
day,
i
had
the
cell
lit,
up
on
lewis
park
Cool
al
appears,
backs
up,
fresh
clarks
It's
a
hot
day
black,
and
the
sun's
beamin
down
But
i
gotta
get
on
the
ground?
You're,
sworn
to
whitey,
do
you
think
that
you're
mighty?
You
take
the
honor
of
bein
the
black
bull
carter
It's
a
shame
cause
use
done
out
your
righteous
name
For
a
little
rank
and
more
fame
You're
whole
style
is
chump,
you
forgot
to
use
the
pump
So
instead
of
warnin
brothers,
better
hide
and
take
the
picture
You
know
the
brothers
wanna
hit
ya
("gimme
a
gat
i'm
bout
to
smoke
this
motherfucker!")
So
carry
your
gun,
especially
off
duty
Don't
forget
that
there's
a
price
on
the
booty
Hidin
upstate
won't
make
you
safe
By
the
way,
are
you
of
christian
faith?
Then
prepare
to
meet
your
mystery,
become
a
place
in
history
Force
come
shot
down
with
some
brothers
from
uptown
And
if
we're
not
totally
through
Then
you'll
be
left
black
and
blue
Man
these
black
ones
is
just
as
bad
as
the
motherfuckin
white
ones
They
get
a
bullshit
badge,
and
think
that
they
god
But
yo
i
ain't
havin
that
shit,
i
put
a
hole
in
they
fuckin
ass
Then
they
see
who's
god
Comin
in
our
midst
causin
this
motherfuckin
confusion?
I
send
that
ass
back
to
the
essence
quick
fast
[Lord
jamar]
I
knew
a
cop
named
roy,
a
good
nigga
boy
To
pull
the
trigger
on
another
brother
was
a
joy
boy
Didn't
give
a
fuck
if
your
face
was
black
He'll
blow
out
your
back,
and
say
you
sold
crack
He'll
see
you
in
your
car
and
don't
like
your
look
He
got
beef
with
gold
teeth
so
now
you're
a
crook
Flash
the
lights,
pull
to
the
right
Put
up
a
fight,
well
say
night
night,
cause
roy
boy
might
Pull
out
the
heater,
for
him
there's
nuttin
sweeter
Eight
to
your
head,
from
his
nine
millimeter
Roy
had
a
thing
about
young
black
males
He
wanna
see
em
dead
or
either
locked
in
jail
Down
with
every
drug
bust,
for
him
it
was
a
lust
Kickin
down
doors
is
like
dickin
down
whores
I
remember
when
he
was
a
rookie,
a
tough
cookie
Beatin
down
kids
for
playin
hookie
You
see
roy
is
the
type
of
ne-gro
With
a
alter-ego
that's
illegal
He
like
shakin
down
niggaz
on
the
block
Take
you
face
down,
let
you
hear
the
sound
of
the
hammer
cock!
No
need
to
fill
out
a
report
Cause
everybody
know
roy
doesn't
get
caught
Now
he's
feeling
like
superman
To
the
trooper
stand,
with
an
uzi
in
his
hand
Now
roy's
gotta
answer
The
pig's
gonna
get
smoked
like
cancer,
sticks
For
all
the
tricks
that
roy's
ever
played
Toy
with
the
wrong
nigga,
boy
you
get,
sprayed
For
all
the
fucked
up
shit,
that
you
put
a
brother
through
Black
man,
learn
to
love
you
Cause
even
if
you're
dead,
me
and
my
crew
Will
beat
you
in
your
head,
and
leave
your
ass
full
of
lead
Black
and
blue
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