Bang Bang Bang Black Child (Ft. Al Profit & Ja Rule)

[Intro: Black Child]
We gon' make it, sing it
We gon' make it, sing it
We gon' make it, motherfucker
We gon' take it, bring it
We gon' take it, bring it
We gon' take it, motherfucker
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
Shit 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, motherfucker