Lyrics:

Black Child, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
You know me, y'all don't know me?
Let me tell y'all a lil' somethin' about me
How I came up, where I came from
Aight, peep it, this how it all set it off
Like this
I's the, black baby that got opened off a black .380
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 shit on the day shift, they sniff
I's a lil' nigga wit' lil' niggas that like to steal
Then blew up to bigger niggas, that love to kill
Rock Hilfiger, shields and vests, laced in our Guess
And bounce in a bubble bulletproof GS
Or the Ac' NSX wit' a MAC-10 express
Or my Q45 wit' 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 wit' MAC-10s
Or a red Rolls in front of a thousand Crips wit' Calicos
And Lord knows, we lust hoes
I don't give a fuck if you white or black
If you bust yo' gat, I could relate to that
If you sell coke or crack, I relate to that
If you do sticks and stacks, I could relate to that
I don't give a fuck if you white or black
If you bust yo' gat, I could relate to that
If you sell coke or crack, I relate to that
When it's yo' turn to blow, ain't no turnin' back
Shit, like another lifetime, I used to sniff white lines
Commit white collar crimes and hit white dollar dimes
This one white bitch in a white Benz used to fuck white men
And liked to sniff, white heroin, I sold China white back then
As I was writin' this rhyme, on white paper, wit' a black pen
I started wonderin', how life woulda been
If a nigga like me was born wit' white skin
I wouldn'ta got knocked by the white cops wit' them white rocks
Comin' through, in a new blue drop
I'd be able to floss white gold and, toss white hoes
Shittin' in a white Rolls Royce
Hittin' Caucasian chickens that sing wit' a black girl's voice
But I love bein' black, a thug bustin' my MAC
I know if I was white, I wouldn't like that
Or love my gat or play the club where the dubs at
But truthfully, you could be blue to me
As long as your C.R.E.A.M. is green, that's beautifully
Exclusively, it's me and Irv Gotti
And Murder I.N.C., we here to body everybody
I don't give a fuck if you white or black
If you bust yo' gat, I could relate to that
If you sell coke or crack, I relate to that
If you do sticks and stacks, I could relate to that
I don't give a fuck if you white or black
If you bust yo' gat, I could relate to that
If you sell coke or crack, I relate to that
When it's yo' turn to blow, ain't no turnin' back
A murderer, always got a plan
A bitch nigga, is a poor excuse for a man
Playas play to win and learn to listen and listen to learn
A lame nigga'll wait his turn to talk
And won't catch near jewels that need to be caught
Niggas know shit that's difficult is possible
A playa pull out and put yo' ass in the hospital
For thinkin' impossible is impossible
This is ghetto gospel, we gots to politic
Riot quick, pull out the guns and body shit
I don't give a fuck who you go and get
It's Black Child, motherfucker, who you fuckin' wit'?
It's Murder
I don't give a fuck if you white or black
If you bust yo' gat, I could relate to that
If you sell coke or crack, I relate to that
If you do sticks and stacks, I could relate to that
I don't give a fuck if you white or black
If you bust yo' gat, I could relate to that
If you sell coke or crack, I relate to that
When it's yo' turn to blow, ain't no turnin' back