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Black & White (Remix)

by Killer Mike

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Young nigga black but he sellin' white Young nigga black but he sellin' white Tear gas all through the night Niggas thuggin' out in Ferguson so get it right Young nigga black but he sellin' white Young nigga black but he sellin' white Tear gas all through the night Niggas thuggin' out in Ferguson so get it right The streets ruthless, the coupe roofless, the nine is near These new niggas get foolish, man, this time of year My palms itchin', the money clickin', my time is here Whatever you lookin' for, I'm sure you can find it here I rose from the ashes, sleepin' on pissy mattress Niggas was cuttin' classes, ridin' Cutlass Classics The streets we mastered, in BAs and AKs Ain't make it to the NBA but we ball like everyday, aye Word to Trayvon and Mike Brown Them pigs'll gun you down and call it standin' they ground The situation whack, we need a moment of silence Or violence, I'm only being honest Don't condone it but fuck it, we ridin' Ain't goin' down without a fight Middle finger up if they ever try and read me my rights Hangin' out the window screaming "F the police" Damn right, a nigga black but he sellin' white Young nigga black but he sellin' white Young nigga black but he sellin' white 20 Grand a night if you can get it right Young nigga sitting in the Benz and it's white on white Young nigga black but he sellin' white Young nigga black but he sellin' white 20 Grand a night if you can get it right Young nigga sitting in the Benz and it's white on white I can remember my daddy and even daddy's pappy Hidin' bricks of the shit up in my granny's attic My uncle stole out the package and daddy beat him savage And though he beat him, I could tell it was love in the lashes He looked me deep in my eyes, past the tears and the lashes Told me, "Son, never become a victim of avocs" Like Michael did to Fredo, pops shoulda had a cabin But showed too much compassion and unc end up rattin' and Just reminiscin' as I package and deliver product Great men diminish cause snitches often fuckin' the plot up Put dollars on my daddy books, unc, fuck him for life Third generation black businessman, my product white Young nigga black but he sellin' white Young nigga black but he sellin' white 20 Grand a night if you can get it right Sitting in the Phantom and it's white on white Young nigga black but he sellin' white Young nigga black but he sellin' white 20 Grand a night if you can get it right Young nigga sitting in the Benz and it's white on white Coming from nothin', I had to hustle up somethin' I had to get me some paper, I had to pull me a caper I tucked the Glock in my khakis, I told my bitch I'll be back She told me "Daddy, be careful, you know all these niggas is rats" Ain't no fear in my heart, and ain't no lies in my tongue Won't die broke, I put that on the breath in my lung All of my clips extended, nothin' I live's pretended They threw a case in my face, but I was safe and defended As I stomp on the street, on the road less traveled As I look up to God as he look down on the gravel I ask for protection, from hammers and gavels And blasphemous devils, somebody, pass 'em this message Young nigga black but he sellin' white Young nigga black but he sellin' white 20 Grand a night if you can get it right Sitting in the Phantom and it's white on white Young nigga black but he sellin' white Young nigga black but he sellin' white 20 Grand a night if you can get it right Young nigga sitting in the Benz and it's white on white Wanna gun me to the ground like I'm Michael Brown Settled in the projects, now you knock it down Now my niggas wanna ride till we all expired Smoked a ounce for my dog on the day he died Sprayed yo' name on the walls in the project hall Died for his red rag so it's for the cause Bullet holes rip the seams in them denim jeans The Lorraine Motel was a guillotine Revolution's televised, operation pushed Held a burden and a prize under George Bush Burt back home, nigga did a quarter Rick 'em all, this is the only thing that prison taught him Flippin' quarters Young nigga black but he sellin' white Young nigga black but he sellin' white Young nigga black but he sellin' white 20 Grand a night if you can get it right Young nigga black but he sellin' white Young nigga black but he sellin' white Young nigga black

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