Murder Inc. Records - Black Or White lyrics

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