Black Child

Whiteboys Soundtrack

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Black ChildUh huh, uh huh, uh huhYou know me, y`all dont know me?Let me tell you a lil` something about meHow I came upWhere I came fromAhhight?This is how it all set it off...like this[Black Child]I was the black baby that got opened off a black three-eightyThis black lady, in a black MercedesPulled out on this black man, in the black landHe used to sell white rocks, and black cops used to riffWhite cops ain`t say shit, on the day shift they sniffedI was a little nigga, with little niggas that like to stealThen blew up to bigger niggas, that love to killRock Hilfiger sheilds and vests laced in our `gettsA bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S.Of the Ac` NSX with a mack ten expressOr my Q-4-5 with two new four-fifthsI`m into cars and guns I keep a gun in my whipNigga, me without my gat is like being in a blue BenzInfront`a thousand bloods with mac tensOr a red rose infront`a thousand crips with Calico`sAnd lord knows, we lust hoesChours: Black ChildI dont give a fuck if you white of blackIf you bust your gat, I can relate to thatIf you sell coke or crack I relate to thatIf you do sticks and stacks I can relate to thatI dont give a fuck if you white of blackIf you bust your gat, I can relate to thatIf you sell coke or crack I relate to thatWhen its yo` turn to blow there ain`t no turning back[Black Child]It seem like in anotha lifetime I used to sniff white linesCommit white collar crimes, and hit white dollar dimesThis one white bitch in the white Benz used to fuck white menAnd like to sniff white heroin, I sold china white crack back thenAs I was writin this rhyme on white paper with a black penI started wonderin how life woulda beenIf a nigga like me was born with white skinI wouldn`t have got knocked by the white cops with the white rocksComing through in the new blue dropI be able to floss white gold, and toss white hoesShittin in the white Rolls RoyceHittin a caucasian chickens that sing with a black girls voiceBut I love being black, a thug bustin my mackI know if I was white I wouldnt like thatOr love my gat, or play the clubs where the dubs atBut truthfully you could be blue to meAs long as your cream is green that beautifullyExclusively, its me and Irv GottiAnd Murder I-N-C here to body everybodyChorus[Black Child](A MURDA`RA) always got a plan(A BITCH NIGGA) is a poor excuse for a manPlayas play to win and learn to listen, and listen to learn(A LAME NIGGA) await his turn to talkAnd won`t catch ?near jewels? that need to be caughtNiggas know shit thats difficult is possibleA playa pull out and put ya ass in the hospitalFor thinkin the possible is impossibleThis is ghetto gospel, we gotta politicRiot quick, pull out the guns and body shitI don`t give a fuck who you go and getIts Black Child motherfucka, who you fuckin with?Its MURDAAAAChorus

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