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Rick Ross - Black&White (Remix) Lyrics

Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
Tear gas all through the night
Niggas thugginÂ’ out in Ferguson so get it right
Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
Tear gas all through the night
Niggas thugginÂ’ 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 itchinÂ’, the money clickinÂ’, my time is here
Whatever you lookinÂ’ for, IÂ’m sure you can find it here
I rose from the ashes, sleepinÂ’ on pissy mattress
Niggas was cuttinÂ’ classes, ridinÂ’ Cutlass Classics
The streets we mastered, in BAs and AKs
AinÂ’t make it to the NBA but we ball like every day, aye
Word to Trayvon and Mike Brown
Them pigsÂ’ll gun you down and call it standinÂ’ they ground
The situation whack, we need a moment of silence
Or violence, IÂ’m only being honest
DonÂ’t condone it but fuck it, we ridinÂ’
AinÂ’t goinÂ’ 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 sellinÂ’ white

Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
Young nigga sitting in the Benz and itÂ’s white on white
Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
20 grand a night if you can get it right

Young nigga sitting in the Benz and itÂ’s white on white

I can remember my daddy and even daddyÂ’s pappy
HidinÂ’ bricks of the shit up in my grannyÂ’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 should have had a cabin
But showed too much compassion and unc end up rattinÂ’ and
Just reminiscinÂ’ as I package and deliver product
Great men diminish cause snitches often fuckinÂ’ 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 sellinÂ’ white
Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
Sitting in the Phantom and itÂ’s white on white

Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
Young nigga sitting in the Benz and itÂ’s white on white

Coming from nothinÂ’, I had to hustle up somethinÂ’
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 IÂ’ll be back
She told me “Daddy, be careful, you know all these niggas is rats”
AinÂ’t no fear in my heart, and ainÂ’t no lies in my tongue
WonÂ’t die broke, I put that on the breath in my lung
All of my clips extended, nothinÂ’ I liveÂ’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 them this message

Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
Sitting in the Phantom and itÂ’s white on white
Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
Young nigga sitting in the Benz and itÂ’s white on white

Wanna gun me to the ground like Michael Brown
Settled in the projects, now you knock it down
Now my niggas wanna ride ‘til we all expired
Smoked ounce for my dog on the day he died
Sprayed your name on the walls in the project hall
Died for his red rag so itÂ’s for the cause
Bullet holes rip the seams in them denim jeans
The Lorraine Motel was a guillotine
RevolutionÂ’s televised, operation pushed
Held a burden and a prize under George Bush
Burt back home, nigga did a quarter
Rick them all, this is the only thing that prison taught him
FlippinÂ’ quarters

Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
20 grand a night if you can get it right

Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
Young nigga black but he sellinÂ’ white
 

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