Rick Ross - BLK & WHT (Remix) lyrics

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Rick Ross - BLK & WHT (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Rick Ross] (x2) Young n***a black but he sellin' white Young n***a black but he sellin' white Tear gas all through the night n***as thuggin' out in Ferguson so get it right [Verse 1: Stalley] The streets ruthless, the coupe roofless, the nine is near The new n***as get fools, 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 n***as was cuttin' cla**es, ridin' Cutla** Cla**ics 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 wack, we need a moment of silence Or violence, I'm only being honest Don't condone it but f** 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 n***a black but he sellin' white [Hook 2: Rick Ross] (x2) Young n***a black but he sellin' white Young n***a black but he sellin' white 20 grand a night if you can get it right Young n***a sitting in the Benz and it's white on white [Verse 2: k**er Mike] I can remember my daddy and even daddy's pappy Hidin' bricks of the sh** 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 habits" Like Michael did to Fredo, pops shoulda had a captain But showed too much compa**ion and unc' end up rattin' and Just reminiscin' as I package and deliver product Great men diminish cause snitches often f**in' the plot up Put dollars on my daddy books, unc', f** him for life Third generation black businessman, my product white [Hook 3] Young n***a black but he sellin' white Young n***a black but he sellin' white 20 grand a night if you can get it right Young n***a sitting in the Phantom and it's white on white [Hook 2] [Verse 3: Gunplay] 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 the b**h I'll be back She told me "Daddy, be careful, you know all these n***as 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, pa** 'em this message [Hook 4] Young n***a black but he sellin' white Young n***a 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 [Hook 2] [Verse 4: Rick Ross] Wanna gun me to the ground like Michael Brown Settled in the projects, now you knock it down Now my n***as 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, n***a did a quarter Rigor mortis is the only thing that prison taught him Flippin' quarters [Outro: Rick Ross] Young n***a black but he sellin' white Young n***a black but he sellin' white Young n***a black but he sellin' white 20 grand a night if you can get it right Hmm, ooh-ooh, ooh Well, well, well Hmmmmmm Hmm, hmm, hmm Young n***a black but he sellin' white Young n***a black but he sellin' white Young n***a black but he sellin' white