Black Child [Rap]

(feat. Ja Rule)

(Ja Rule)
Fuck that, let's do it man, fuck that
Cock back on these niggas man
Fuck is wrong with these niggas
The fuck is wrong with y'all niggas

(Black Child & Ja Rule)
Yo, yo
New York City, this crime capital
It's right now, shit
When niggas'll blast when we have to
We'll match you nigga, a million or more
Let's throw the trunk with roar, uncut, let's go on world tour
In Maine, we was cookin up cocaine
Cash was coming fast, missed the midnight train
Fuck it, let's push the 600 down to Georgia
Got a good lawyer, and enough guns for you
Atlanta, GA, was like a holiday
In VA, getting high, fucking all day
The pressure was strenuous down in Texas
Bubble Lexus into mako, made my exit
Got on some next shit, feds get hetic in Arizona
Blew up a sport town, kinda looked like Corona
We sellin 3-5-7's with speed loaders
In Minnesota, in South and North Dakota
Nigga let's make these moves to Iowa
In the Acura TL, with a hundred thou' for bail, for real
From there we take it to Chi-Town, Al Capone style
Dutches, white owls, moheads, crystal
Pistols get packed in Pennsylvania
Started a drug ring with liquid crack in containers
Ja they gettin high yo, in Ohio
I know yeah-yo go like indo in Idaho
Let's hit the casino in Nevada
Las Vegas, pull a heist that'll make the news and newspapers
Then flee to Florida with Gloria from Istoria
In a Ford Explorer and her cousin Nora
Who work for me, put that extra key in her pussy
We let her push the 850 to Mississippi
Missouri, Montana, Wyoming, we zoning
Nebraska got em open, illegal transporting
Wisconsin, Colorado, Utah, Oregon
Let's wash in Washington and start this motherfuckin war again
It's on again in Boston, better get the fortune
And start forcing extortion for your portion
Cock back the porcelain make Michigan the murder state
From Wisconsin to Compton, regulate every state
North Carolina, South Carolina, doing drive-by's the black Pathfinders
That's the reminder for niggas who don't remember shit
All the dirt we did in Denver to get my niggas out the slammer
In Alabama, lock down Louisiana, enter Indiana
On some Oklahoma bombing shit, Tony Montana shit
With predicates from Kansas to Connecticut
They worthy, like car thieves in Jersey
You lucky we let a nigga live in Kentucky
Fired two guys for two pies, and ported rocks lovely
Like my chocha Maryland always carrying
Slangin raw for Marcus on the New Hamp shore
Fuck the law, we doin sticks down in Vermont
With the bullshit galore, with the broad in the front
Nigga please, I just bought wifey the 430
Now we sip Henessy in Tennessee and drive dirty
Headed to Hawaii getting high off Hawaiian
We heavy with the iron, first nigga move is dying motherfucker

Yo, yo
Nigga we go state to state
Nigga that's what's up
Rule and Black baby, we get it done
Come on, we go state to state
Nigga that's what's up
Rule and Black baby, we get it done
Come on

Ghetto gospel
All thugs gotta pray
Hear me Lord, yo

If killin niggaz is wrong, God forgive me for my sins
and all my evil thoughts like fuckin my girlfriends
God bless my family, and the bitch I bagged in the Camry
and any extra guns that come in handy
Not to play but pray for things that's corrupt
But the Lord knows this world, is all fucked up (uh-huh)
In God's eyes, every nigga is created equal
To some crackers, we evil cause we livin lethal (Fuck 'em!)
And anything we gots to get, gotsta get got NIGGA
Even if somebody, gotsta get shot NIGGA
Why not? A whole lot of thugs died on my block
And I see the killer's still free, so fuck cops! (Fuck 'em)
We got no love for the Lord, that's why we pack gats
When them shots pop, bitch cops, where they at? (uh-huh)
Probably somewhere, at Dunkin Donuts
while Black Child got niggaz on the corner with they hands cuffed

*Now let me load my heat, before I go to sleep
And pray to God I don't end up six feet deep
Cause if I die, before I wake
Let me die on some pape's and all my niggaz at my wake
I said, if I die, before I wake
Let me die on some pape's and all my bitches at my wake

God, please forgive me for all my sins Lord, please - Psalms 23

The Lord is my sheppard and the gun's my weapon
Reppin my upper sections (yeah) they blessed with protection (nigga)
It's nothin on this earth, that my soldiers wore
Copped a house, a big Benz, all my friends puff blunts
Nigga we lust to bust, and guns we trust
The gods copped me a path, now that's right-eous
I'm tight cause my peeps was breathin they last breath
Where we was, bubblin, in the, valley of death
I went to jail and end up bein the last nigga left
Now I, fear no evil and hear no evil
Just threw the silencer, on my Desert Eagle
Nigga to free my people, I'm prepared for the enemy
And thugs who won't pull out and put slugs up in me
Lord gave me the energy, now pass the Hennessy
Word to God, all y'all niggaz is gon' remember me
Heh, Black Child, Black Child

* Repeat

Shit, if I die
Lord, have mercy - street niggaz pray

Now let me hit the streets so my kids could eat
Compton! Oakland! Inglewood! Long Beach!
All the thugs in the street got love for me
Hollis! South Side! B.K.! Q.B.!
I don't give a fuck nigga, I die for I-N-C
And ride for, e'ybody that'll ride for me
All my bitches out there that gave me slow nizzie
when bottles of Remi, keep 'em so pissy

* Repeat

There's no lookin back
Word to God
Bless all my hood people, all my good people..
Aight c'mon nigga, let's go..

I saw you again for the first time
Been a long time
He brought out all these feelings
That I never knew I had inside

Seeing you with another girl
It didn't sit me with me too well
And I'm mad at myself 'cause I love you
And with or without you I'm goin' through hell

I don't think that I could shake ya
So baby, can we make up (Yeah)
I know that this is kind of crazy (Baby)
But baby, I wanna make up

I don't think that I could shake ya
So baby, can we make up (I don't think I could shake
ya, baby)
I know that this is kind of crazy (Crazy)
But baby (But baby), I wanna make up

I never knew that I could love you
How I love you
I thought that I was through wit' you
So glad that I could be single

Now I'm gone thinkin' 'bout the past
And wish that we could just go back
And I'm mad at myself 'cause I love you
And I really want you to come on back

I don't think that I could shake ya (Yeah)
So baby, can we make up up (Oh, I want you to come back
to me bad)
I know that this is kind of crazy (Hey, yeah)
But baby, I wanna make up (Hey, yeah)

I don't think that I could shake ya (Ooh...ooh...)
So baby, can we make up
I know that this is kind of crazy (I don't think I
could shake ya, baby)
But baby (Hey, yeah), I wanna make up


I don't know if I'm crazy
But all pain and the heartache you gave me
Finally made me
Wanna get back wit' you, oh...oh...oh...

You held her hand the way you held mine
You felt her, uh, the way you felt mine
And all the fightin' that we went through
See, I was already used to it

I don't think that I could shake ya
(Hey...ey...hey...ey...)
So baby, can we make up
I know that this is kind of crazy (Crazy)
But baby (Yeah), I wanna make up (I wanna make up wit'
you, babe)

I don't think that I could shake ya (I don't think I
could shake ya, babe)
So baby, can we make up (Ooh)
I know that this is kind of crazy (Oh, oh, oh)
But baby (Baby), I wanna make up

I don't think that I could shake ya (What did you do)
So baby, can we make up (Ooh, you got me missin' you)
I know that this is kind of crazy
But baby, I wanna make up (Ooh)

I don't think that I could shake ya (Ooh)
So baby (Baby), can we make up (Break up)
I know that this is kind of crazy (Crazy)
But baby (Baby), I wanna make up

Oh...
La-la-la-la-la

I don't know what you did to me, boy
But I want you so
Come back now or I'll go crazy, crazy
Crazy, crazy

(featuring Blackchild)

(Chorus 1) (Sticky)
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns

Verse 1: (Sticky)

My dogs is my guns,
they attack any nigga that comes or any niggas that rings
if my glocks on safe that means my dogs on the leash
Twenty shells in the clip, each bullet's the teeth
keep my dogs starvin', they ain't ate in days
keep my guns loaded, they can't wait to spray
my glock is a Rot, my Four-Fifth is a Pit
my D.E. a bullmaster, who wanna get bit?
when my guns spark that means I let 'em loose in the park
now let's see if your bite is as big as your bark
my Nine against your Nine to the death, have a dogfight
foamin' at the mouthpiece, run the streets all night
my dogs turn to razors up North
they don't wear collars, scratched the serial off
no owner, no dogtag, my dogs is illegal
they bite a hole in you so big you can see through
my dogs will even bark at this whole click
this a K-9, it eats it's own shit
they tried to put him to sleep, kids scared to pet 'em
I just say "sick 'em" and it pulls of and gets 'em

(Bridge) (Sticky)
My fuckin' guns, my fuckin' guns!
my dogs is my fuckin' guns!
rob you doggystyle with the gun in your back!
my dogs is my fuckin' guns!

(Chorus 2) (Blackchild)
My dogs is my guns, they'll chase you if you run
clear out the party, and bite somebody
they got niggas goin' to war for the cause
and you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
a dog ain't a Man's best friend, it's a Mac Ten
and my Mac Ten is my best friend
it got niggas goin' to war for the cause
and you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll
you don't want my dogs to bark at ya'll

Verse 2: (Sticky)

I got two dogs, one named Nigga, one named Bitch
Bitch is the one with the pretty gold clip
Nigga's the one with the taped up grip
I'll make 'em empty simultaneous 'till you get hit
fuck fightin' in the streets, life is a struggle
put on a silencer, now they're wearin' a muzzle
I hate Puppies, little guns, I need power
you small time, a .22, you a Chiwauwa
teeth growin', bullets we never run out of
my dogs mate with new guns, I feed 'em gun powder
they ain't home trained, nor house broken
mouth open, droolin', that means the barrel is smokin'
I walk my dogs every night, prime-meridian
bust under water, they can swim, amphibian
turn 'em to a sawed-off, get their ears chopped off
my automatics a Pit with the locked jaw.

(Chorus 2 2x) (Blackchild)

(Chorus 1) (Sticky)

my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns
my dogs is my guns

(Bridge 2) (Sticky)

My dogs is my guns, I walk wit' 'em, talk wit 'em
go to court wit 'em, always in Newyork wit' 'em
I never leave 'em, eat wit' em, sleep wit' 'em
sit 'em on the sink nigga, take a leak wit' 'em

(Bridge 1) (Sticky)

My dogs is my fuckin' guns!
my dogs is my fuckin' guns!
my dogs is my fuckin' guns!
my dogs is my fuckin' guns!
bust your dogs, it's your fuckin' guns!