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black child - bang bang bang lyrics

[intro: black child]
we gon’ make it, sing it
we gon’ make it, sing it
we gon’ make it, motherf+cker
we gon’ take it, bring it
we gon’ take it, bring it
we gon’ take it, motherf+cker
we gon’ make it, sing it

[chorus: al profit & black child]
everywhere we go from hood to hood
from ghetto to ghetto, to hood to hood
things don’t change
sh+t don’t change
they stay the same
it’s always the same
and even if you thinkin’ it’s all good
uh uh, it’s all bad
bang, bang, bang
uh huh, don’t be mad
there goes your brains
all over the dash

[verse 1: black child]
the motto is get in, get it up and gеt out
pull up in big trucks, peel off and spin out
get me enough monеy to buy me a house
’cause that’s what bein’ black is all about
but you gotta watch out, your friends ain’t your friends
they hate when you hop out that no top benz
every ho that’s hot, you stop, is hoppin’ in
cops ain’t gon’ stop ’till they lock you in the pen
let me begin, what, where, why, who or when
try, if you don’t die then get up and try again
it’s rules to this game anything else is irrational
let me ask you, “who is more dramatical?”
this one or that one, the white one or the black one
pick the pump up, jump up and attack ’em
everyone saw me on the last album cover
throwin’ up m’s, somethin’ far from a lover, motherf+cker
[chorus: al profit & black child]
everywhere we go from hood to hood
from ghetto to ghetto, to hood to hood
things don’t change
sh+t don’t change
they stay the same
it’s always the same
and even if you thinkin’ it’s all good
uh uh, it’s all bad
bang, bang, bang
uh huh, don’t be mad
there goes your brains
all over the dash

[verse 2: black child]
now we could live a little bit, i’m free at last
bein’ a kingpin is a thing of the past
n+ggas is thinkin’ how to get these checks chased
and advance and get our hands on some land, i’m still
thinkin’ about touchin’ them grams
givin’ the drug, game one more chance
i don’t know if it’s share, pain or the way you dance
but my hands in your pants and your s+xy ass
got me
outta my zone, you in my home
watch me
hit you up and leave you alone
stop me
if you can, baby don’t cry
from ghetto to ghetto only the strong survive
i ain’t gon’ lie i’ve been watchin’ that look in your eyes
and your freakiness kinda took me by surprise
bring your friends ma, y’all all could come
black child’ll knock y’all down, one by one
[chorus: al profit, black child & (ja rule)]
everywhere we go from hood to hood
from ghetto to ghetto, to hood to hood
things don’t change
sh+t don’t change
they stay the same
it’s always the same (yo)
and even if you thinkin’ it’s all good (black child, rule n+gga)
uh uh, (ha ha ha) it’s all bad (let ’em know!)
bang, bang, bang (yea)
uh huh, don’t be mad (you know, yo, yo)
there goes your brains
all over the dash

[verse 3: ja rule]
i got too many n+ggas that’s on my d+ck these days
the numbers are not exact but n+ggas need to relax ‘fore cop that thang
throw it up in they mouth, make ’em scream my name
the rules ain’t change n+gga bang, bang, bang
thinkin’ because i sang a little, i won’t leave them slugs up in you
oooohhhhhh’ll be the sound at your funeral
i don’t respect y’all n+ggas, your tunes are like urinals
i p+ss on your grave, sh+ts on ya name and only lord knows how rule loves the pain
for those who check soundscan
check again, it’s rule, pimp juice and eminem
as it’s been since the last three albums i turned in (n+gga)
and anybody frontin’ on murda is dyin’
so keep your iron close when rule’s in range n+ggas
’cause i ain’t gon’ change, bang, bang, bang
[chorus: al profit & black child]
everywhere we go from hood to hood
from ghetto to ghetto, to hood to hood
things don’t change
sh+t don’t change
they stay the same
it’s always the same
and even if you thinkin’ it’s all good
uh uh, it’s all bad
bang, bang, bang
uh huh, don’t be mad
there goes your brains
all over the dash

[outro: black child]
yea
ev’ybody
let me hear y’all
we gon’ make it, sing it
we gon’ make it, sing it
we gon’ make it, motherf+cker
we gon’ take it, (uh huh) bring it
we gon’ take it, (that’s right) bring it
we gon’ take it, (word to god) motherf+cker
we gon’ make it, sing it
you heard?
black child
720
al p
it’s murda
gangsta
hollaaaaaa!

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