Black & Blue Lyrics - Singles - 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