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 Macys, he and this kid up in Lacys
Throw his head to blow when he turned into a Fed
I seen him, one day, I tried to get inside his head
Theres two fit ill, glock cops, with passion
Black shoes fit, like they was made, from ashes
Another brother, a sister or somebodys pops
And when I see Al, he never stops
unless its to make an arrest
He cant kick it, unless he writes a ticket
He got a nasty way, attitude everyday
It makes me kinda mad cause I really cant 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
Its a hot day black, and the suns beamin down
but I gotta get on the ground?
Youre, sworn to whitey, do you think that youre mighty?
You take the honor of bein the black Bull Carter
Its a shame cause use done out your righteous name
for a little rank and more fame
Youre 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 Im bout to smoke this motherfucker!")
So carry your gun, especially off duty
Dont forget that theres a price on the booty
Hidin upstate wont 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 were not totally through
Then youll 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 aint havin that shit, I put a hole in they fuckin ass
Then they see whos 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
Didnt give a FUCK if your face was black
Hell blow out your back, and say you sold crack
Hell see you in your car and dont like your look
He got beef with gold teeth so now youre 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 theres 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 thats 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 doesnt get caught
Now hes feeling like Superman
to the trooper stand, with an Uzi in his hand
Now Roys gotta answer
The pigs gonna get smoked like cancer, sticks
for all the tricks that Roys 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 youre 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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