[Pop The Brown Hornet]

I'm not sure no more, constant war

What's it all for

Everybody out here poor

Niggas cuttin throat, got crackheads sellin soap

Little shorties down the block pushin dope and coke

Try and make it out the ghetto, where you gon run to

Overseer got you exactly where he want you

In the projects doin fucked up things

Like sellin crack, it's like my whole family's fiends

If it ain't one thing it's bound to be another

Peace to all the three time felons, word to mother

Niggas gettin hit with outrageous bids

While the next man's in the world raisin your kids

Now what you gon do, it's all up to you

Be your own man or run behind your crew

If you get bagged don't expect no help

In the street life erybody roll for delf



Chorus: (2x)



Black on black crime, you know it got to stop

It's time that my peeps we start reachin for the top

The only way we gonna get there is together

Let's start the revolution, you know I'm for whatever

If I had one wish, every black man would be rich

Own they own property, have they tailor-made bitch

Live peacefully in luxury, comfortably

Every memory would be a buttermilk fantasy

We'd enjoy the great outdoor, muthafuck war

Everyday lived would be like a paid rapper on tour

Without the problems, we don't really need em

Every wiz would be a dime, every nigga would be handsome

The only drug would be jaw weed

With a little bombazee, that's all a black man need

Money would be somethin that we burned in the fire

While lampin in Alaska with your midnight desire

Sippin on daiquiri, happily enjoyin the scenery

Snow fall natural like a girl's virginity

Erytime be like the first time

Somethin like t