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Black Child (Skit) Lyrics - Artist : Ashanti
[Chink Santana:]
We interrupt this program of the beautiful world of Ashanti Chapter 2 To bring you to the streets According to Black Child [Black Child:] Yo, yo, yo Let's get it together, United Ghettos of America Gangstas across the world, them [?], scared of us When Black's in the area, there's more than six hundred And quarters to eighths with pretty women get fucked It's a few fourths and fifths 'cause it's strength in numbers It's a hundred and eighty-seven degrees this summer We the meanest, leanest spitting hot sixteen's Pushing the rock up top, you can't stop my cream It starts in the heart, I'm in the heart of Queens Hollering "Murder Inc!", doing their thing reguardless One (nigga), two (nigga), a gangsta's anthem A Park City hustler, young, black, and handsome Black Child always keep his hands on his Millions on my mind with grass for my grandson Understand him, he always keep the cannon You get [?] and held for (ransom) Yeah, y'all know it, y'all, it's Murder Yeah, the streets know it, y'all, it's Murder The world knows it, y'all, it's Murder It's Murder Yeah, word to God, it's Murder for life, you heard? It's Black Child, Soulja's Story coming right after this Now, I.G., let's proceed to break them off with some of that princess gangstaness Murder |
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