Black Child (feat. Dj Fibers) - Dj TeeMan the Drum King

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then Well if you don't like the way its going down, nigga grip the pounding And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the cal keep going Real talk, the inc about to run New York Cause there's no real niggaz left to hold the torch Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's nigga Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches And life and death between a matter of inches You know That fo' four that handle his buisness Like capital game, reload and hit them with intrest Damn What so gangsta about these niggaz Now I got the full speed niggaz, led Leave them dead over prayers, or head Cause we done fucking these same bitches And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness My forgiveness Niggaz can't be this stupid It's gun talk, niggaz better get used to it I dont' care if you're a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot I'm raised by the plot, product of the hater The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun Married muder one, sleep with the fishes Tasting red rum, young and corrupted Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the gutter With no introduction Our role models is forced with the hollows Fuck slothes the swallow the fifth a holla The whitness and the polla Weed twisting ganja Load up the clip's and flip the corner They Morner, be morners stay gunner We gangster, gangster point and blank ya' Thank ya' Niggaz keep me in the mood To eat a nigga food I murder with real bombs The nine the cal the pound of coke, niggaz The weed the dope the E' the coke, niggaz The gauge is mine, that's all I know I've been doing this since 9 6, the oldies know This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hoe's hold Keep it in them working, In case I'm legal searching They got worship god, and trust the gun Ask for your forgiveness, and send niggaz up Fucking stick niggaz up, these bitch niggaz touch It's all about violence, real niggaz is silenced And know these niggaz whoes guns got low mileage Got ducked taped, all tied up in their houses I'll make you watch while I fuck the spouse This, ain't buisness, it's personal, gun talk When I holla your the first to know How many hoes, and how much blood has been lost of Yeah Murder INC We riding here motherfuckers

Intro: Who what, The Black nation I love It Ohh woh woh, oh woh woh From di day mi born mi did dun know sey My color a di first, I nuh last So how yuh expect I fi duh certain things Ohh woh woh, Oh woh woh Chorus Black woman and child, yeh yeh yeah For you I really have so much love Dollar bills and coins will fade away They could never make I so proud Black woman and child, yeh yeh yeah For you I really have so much love Dollar bills and coins will fade away They could never make I so proud 1. Motherland Africa still remain so fine Empresses and Emperors living from in those time I know you are the first to give birth unto mankind Now let me say oh the earth Queen Omega is divine Take I to Zion I give thy praise Thats where my covenant will be always How have you been going through those stage Of being away for many days Chorus 2. Who knows Who will trod upon the road just to make things great You and yuh children, I see them in front yuh face I say keep them close, as you increase their faith Marcus Garvey dun say, a him save the future fi days Ohhh Natural in your choice, in your way to your needs You were born of the one to conceive You and yuh child go smooth as the breeze Chorus 3. Who are those standing at your door Dressed in Ithiopian clothes coming more and more Oh what a lovely day, the blessing is so pure Someone conceive today, of this I am sure Eh heh yeaah...