[Black Child]

Word to god

Y'all know who the fuck this is

You know we would kidnap yo kidz

You know what the fuck we do

Murder bitch niggaz like you

For real, all the time, any place, anywhere

Y'all niggaz could get it

Act like y'all don't know

[rapping]

In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowly

Cats snatch rollies, gats'll leave you holy

My momma always told me the streetz will slow me down

Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down

So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a clique that kills

Yea my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life

Ran the streetz all night

My wife alwayz said everything was gonna be ait

And she was right and that's one reason why I love her

But everything she said went in one ear and out the other

Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of view

When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do?

Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you

I'm tryin to eat like Russel

Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin yestarday, you gon miss tomorow

It's murda motherfucker we don't beg or borrow

We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight (.8mm) spit

You could feel the hatred, taste it

You high right now, you ain't ready to die right now

The .45 will calm you down, you under trauma now

It's drama how a child will shut shit down

Kill a nigger for the fuck of it I get you touched for chips

Fuck that shit, fuck the whip, and fuck you bitch

YOU CAN JUST SUCK MY DICK



[Chorus] [ Black Child ]

If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow

It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow

We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch

When the .8 spit you could feel th