Brand Nubian - Black and Blue lyrics

[Sadat X] Cool-a** 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 pa**ion 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 motherf**er!") 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 motherf**in white ones They get a BULLsh*t badge, and think that they God But yo I ain't havin that sh**, I put a hole in they f**in a** Then they see who's God Comin in our midst causin this motherf**in confusion? I send that a** back to the essence quick fast [Lord Jamar] I knew a cop named Roy, a good n***a boy To pull the trigger on another brother was a joy boy Didn't give a fu*k 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 who*es 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 n***as on the block Take you face down, let you hear the sound of the hammer co*k! 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 n***a, boy you get, sprayed For all the f**ed up sh**, 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 a** full of lead Black and blue