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black child – the next niggaz lyrics

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c’mon d roll, let’s go
yeah, sup motherf-ckers?
it’s your n-gga irv gotti on the motherf-ckin check in
me and my n-gga sug came to bring ya the new n-ggas, the next n-ggas
eastwood, crooked i, ronnie bumps, dave bing, black child, caddilac tah
santana tell these n-ggas what the f-ck is up

[chorus]
pain, y’all really pressin y’all luck if you tryin to bring it to us
my n-ggas don’t play
like them nallies in them cadillac trucks
for whoever ready to bust, we all about pain
is red run and my n-ggas stay high (it’s the roll for life)
we all about b-tts and f-ckin them sl-ts ma

[eastwood]
n-gga put your motherf-ckin hands up
i bang a roll when it’s a stick-up
double when i’m in the pick-up
and tie your loud mouth b-tch up
listen we came for murder so i’m aimin to k!ll
aimin the steel, c-ck it back and show me the real
i get high in the moonlight
my brains so sick, wit a game so thick
we about to tear the frame on sh-t
i’m the murderest disaster, ghetto child, thug basterd
and i can’t be seen before christ or after

[crooked i]
n-gga my left hand hold some of the best d-mn toast
it’s heavier than the weight on a depressed mans show
this is crooked, the secret ambre
i put so many infa-red dots on shirt
n-ggas would think you was quamade
i’ma get your -ss while your p-ssin some indo
blastin your benzo
and leave half of you face mashed on the p-ssenger window
then go bang your ho
plus put her on the hood, that b-tch gon bang the road
ya know

[chorus]
pain, y’all really pressin y’all luck if you tryin to bring it to us
my n-ggas don’t play
like them nallies in them cadillac trucks
for whoever ready to bust, we all about pain
is red run and my n-ggas stay high (it’s murda for life)
we all about b-tts and f-ckin them sl-ts ma

[ronnie bumps]
what do you know about parkin a n-gga (eve break in his face)
fo-five straight shakin a n-gga
you gon be crying while you crawlin
i got arms and dog i keep fallin (ya in and out of walls)
with them same n-ggas that smoked my man
and i be d-mned if i die without a gun in my hand
from w.h. get shot die calm
gettin buried in hate, chi-chi mind move on

[dave bing]
blazin the track better known for slingin crack
ya paid to rap now n-ggas jealous of that (uh-huh)
it’s eatin em up (but we still incin it up)
screamin murda (ya we don’t give a f-ck)
i hate the wild on n-ggas, while the style on n-ggas (uh-huh)
when they smile upon b-tches tell em make three wishes
but if n-ggas wanna front, then they end up in a trunk
on the front seat slumped
holes in em from the pump (from the pump n-gga what)

[chorus]
pain, y’all really pressin y’all luck if you tryin to bring it to us
my n-ggas don’t play
like them nallies in them cadillac trucks
for whoever ready to bust, we all about pain
is red run and my n-ggas stay high (it’s murda for life)
we all about b-tts and f-ckin them sl-ts ma

[black child]
i was a late ’70’s baby
started playin wit guns and expirimented wit drugs in the early ’80’s
you could tell the streets raised me
the way i, fondle the 380
my momma did me crazy
don’t ask about my father i didn’t have a father figure
the streets was my n-gga, heat was my liqour
theres freaks in my picture anything to get richer
i was wit ya, and leave it to the lord to come get ya

[caddillac tah]
yeah
man y’all ready to go, when the gun show
let one go for fun though
just to let n-ggas see how the gun toast
c-a, double d, i, double l to the a to the c me
flyin threw the hood in the c3
nothin but gangsta is how i like it and live it
like skies is the limit
from slingin dimes to pridics
y’all n-ggas vide it b-tchess
and i sensed it from the door, to senseitive for war
pull your skirt up motherf-cker it’s murder

[chorus]
pain, y’all really pressin y’all luck if you tryin to bring it to us
my n-ggas don’t play
like them nallies in them cadillac trucks
for whoever ready to bust, we all about pain
is red run and my n-ggas stay high (it’s murda for life)
we all about b-tts and f-ckin them sl-ts ma