Irv Gotti - I Can Relate lyrics

Black Child Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh You know me, y'all dont know me? Let me tell you a lil' something about me How I came up Where I came from Ahhight? This is how it all set it off...like this [Black Child] I was the black baby that got opened off a black three-eighty This black lady, in a black Mercedes Pulled out on this black man, in the black land He used to sell white rocks, and black cops used to riff White cops ain't say sh**, on the day shift they sniffed I was a little n***a, with little n***as that like to steal Then blew up to bigger n***as, that love to k** Rock Hilfiger sheilds and vests laced in our 'getts A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S Of the Ac' NSX with a mack ten express Or my Q-4-5 with two new four-fifths I'm into cars and guns I keep a gun in my whip n***a, me without my gat is like being in a blue Benz Infront'a thousand bloods with mac tens Or a red rose infront'a thousand crips with Calico's And lord knows, we lust hoes Chours: Black Child I dont give a f** if you white of black If you bust your gat, I can relate to that If you sell coke or crack I relate to that If you do sticks and stacks I can relate to that I dont give a f** if you white of black If you bust your gat, I can relate to that If you sell coke or crack I relate to that When its yo' turn to blow there ain't no turning back [Black Child] It seem like in anotha lifetime I used to sniff white lines Commit white collar crimes, and hit white dollar dimes This one white b**h in the white Benz used to f** white men And like to sniff white h**n, I sold china white crack back then As I was writin this rhyme on white paper with a black pen I started wonderin how life woulda been If a n***a like me was born with white skin I wouldn't have got knocked by the white cops with the white rocks Coming through in the new blue drop I be able to floss white gold, and toss white hoes sh**tin in the white Rolls Royce Hittin a caucasian chickens that sing with a black girls voice But I love being black, a thug bustin my mack I know if I was white I wouldn't like that Or love my gat, or play the clubs where the dubs at But truthfully you could be blue to me As long as your cream is green that beautifully Exclusively, its me and Irv Gotti And Murder I-N-C here to body everybody Chorus [Black Child] (A MURDA'RA) always got a plan (A b*tch ni**a) is a poor excuse for a man Playas play to win and learn to listen, and listen to learn (A LAME ni**a) await his turn to talk And won't catch ?near j**els? that need to be caught n***as know sh** thats difficult is possible A playa pull out and put ya a** in the hospital For thinkin the possible is impossible This is ghetto gospel, we gotta politic Riot quick, pull out the guns and body sh** I don't give a f** who you go and get Its Black Child motherf**a, who you f**in with? Its MURDAAAA Chorus