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 ***, on the day shift they sniffed

I was a little nigga, with little niggas that like to steal

Then blew up to bigger niggas, that love to kill

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 Nigga, 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 *** 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 *** 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 bitch in the white Benz used to *** white men

And like to sniff white heroin 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 nigga 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

Shittin' 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 *** 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 *** 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 bitch nigga is a poor excuse for a man

Players play to win and learn to listen and listen to learn

A lame nigga await his turn to talk And won't catch near jewels that need to be caught

Niggas know *** that's difficult is possible

A player pull out and put ya ass 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 ***

I don't give a *** who you go and get

It's Black Child mother***a, who you ***in' with? It's Murderer

I don't give a *** 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 *** 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