Black Child, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
You know me, y'all don't know me?
Lemme tell y'all a lil' somethin' about me
How I came up? Where I came from? Awright?
People, this is how it all set it off, like this
I was the black baby that got opened off a black three-eighty
This black lady in a black Mercedes
Pulled out on this black man in the black land
He used to sell white rocks and black cops used to riff
White cops ain't say sh**, on the day shift they sniffed
I was a little n***a, with little n***as that like to steal
Then blew up to bigger n***as, that love to k**
Rock Hilfiger shields and vests laced in our 'getts
A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S
Of the Ac' NSX with a Mac ten express
Or my Q-4-5 with two new four-fifths
I'm into cars and guns, I keep a gun in my whip
n***a, me without my gat is like bein' in a blue Benz
In front of a thousand bloods with Mac tens
Or a red rose in front of a thousand crips with Calico's
And Lord knows we lust hoes
I don't give a f** if you white or black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell coke or crack, I relate to that
If you do sticks and stacks, I can relate to that
I don't give a f** if you white or black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell coke or crack, I can relate to that
When it's your turn to blow, ain't no turnin' back
It seem like in another lifetime, I used to sniff white lines
Commit white collar crimes and hit white dollar dimes
This one white b**h in the white Benz used to f** white men
And like to sniff white h**n
I sold china white crack back then
As I was writin' this rhyme on white paper with a black pen
I started wonderin' how life would've been
If a n***a like me was born with white skin
I wouldn't have got knocked by the white cops
With the white rocks comin' through in the new blue drop
I be able to floss white gold and toss white hoes
sh**tin' in the white Rolls Royce
Hittin' Caucasian chickens that sing with a black girl's voice
But I love being black, a thug bustin' my mack
I know if I was white I wouldn't like that
Or love my gat or play the clubs where the dubs at
But truthfully you could be blue to me
As long as your cream is green, that's beautifully
Exclusively, it's me and Irv Gotti
And Murder I-N-C here to body everybody
I don't give a f** if you white or black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell coke or crack, I relate to that
If you do sticks and stacks, I can relate to that
I don't give a f** if you white or black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell coke or crack, I can relate to that
When it's your turn to blow, ain't no turnin' back
A murderer always got a plan
A b**h n***a is a poor excuse for a man
Players play to win and learn to listen and listen to learn
A lame n***a await his turn to talk
And won't catch near j**els that need to be caught
n***as know sh** that's difficult is possible
A player pull out and put ya a** in the hospital
For thinkin' the possible is impossible
This is ghetto gospel, we got to politic
Riot quick, pull out the guns and body sh**
I don't give a f** who you go and get
It's Black Child motherf**a, who you f**in' with?
It's Murderer
I don't give a f** if you white or black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell coke or crack, I relate to that
If you do sticks and stacks, I can relate to that
I don't give a f** if you white or black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell coke or crack, I can relate to that
When it's your turn to blow, ain't no turnin' back