Текст песни Black Child - The Real Wanksta, слова песни Black Child

Текст песни Black Child - The Real Wanksta

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[Skit]"Dirty how it look?""Dadadana, like a damn snitch."("Oh man that`s cold.")"Look like you `bout ready to go tell on somebody right damn now."(*laughing*)(*50 Cent`s "Wanksta" beat*)[Black Child - talking] (*echo*)Word to God, fuckin snitch ass nigga 50 CentFuck is wrong with you nigga?Actin like you Ferrari nigga, you can`t never be meBoy (uh huh), cause[Chorus]You a snitch nigga you ain`t gonna pop nothinPay a nigga to do it, so you could tell the cops somethin187 your "Unit", Hector Lynn and Cotch dumpinYou hear the shots comin (*gunshots*) (five, 0), start runnin[Verse 1]You knew I was comin, dumpin, who wanted a hundred roundsDidn`t I stab you up?, don`t make me gun you downYour whole career`s nothin, but a publicity stuntUntil I kill you and give you the publicity you wantYeah front page, rapper that`s over paidedFound under the stage, felt under from the gaugeNigga I got women that do the evil men doThey got more heart than you and want no parts of youYou hit chickens I used to, I fuck bitches that use youAnd lose you, for the loot, big fists from HooptieNigga you say you a gangsta, but we don`t believe youI come through 134 and don`t see youPull up in somethin tinted, nothin rentedPull out the Mack 10 and dump everythin in itAnd ain`t no witnesses, witnessin shitExcept for the four fifth and you on the floor stiff (uh huh)Wanksta[Chorus] - w/ ad libs[Verse 2]Killin to do `fore I die and I ain`t got bullets to wasteshot this nigga in the faceHow you call yourself Ferrari?, you don`t ride like meIn the hood, everyday "Ready To Die" like meHow does faggot nigga do a song with B.I.G.?When he the snitch of the city, I`ma have to talk to DiddyFifty I had a knife, you had a gunYou ain`t pop one shot, poked you, you called 911What you know about AK`s and AR 15`s?Nothin nigga, you up in the preacher at the 113Damn homie, you a bitch, you a snitchOn your man homie, what the fuck wrong with you?I got a fourth and Beretta that says revenge is betterPut holes through your leather, they have to sew you back togetherBlack could never chirp like that bird to the copsHe got a camera is his drawers and a mic is his watch (uh huh)Pussy[Chorus][Black Child - talking] (*echo*)Word to God you fuckin faggotKeep playing games, go `head drop your fuckin albumI did, I`ma drop mineAnd I`ma do a fuckin interview with the fuckin arrestin officer niggaDon`t keep playin games manFuckin Officer William Fitzgerald from the two thirty-four niggaOn 54th Street nigga, you knowStop fuckin playin games, actin like you don`t know what happened nigga(*gunshots*)Word to God, this Black Child too niggaBlack Child a.k.a. Ferrari Black niggaIt`s Murder, faggotpussy, pussy (*gunshots*)

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