Black Or White Lyrics - Singles - The Murderers

Black Child, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh 

You know me, y'all don't know me? 

Lemme tell y'all a lil' somethin' about me 

How I came up? Where I came from? Awright? 

People, this is how it all set it off, like this 

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 shit, on the day shift they sniffed 

I was a little nigga, with little niggas that like to steal 

Then blew up to bigger niggas, that love to kill 

Rock Hilfiger shields and vests laced in our 'getts 

A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S. 

Of the Ac' NSX with a Mac 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 

Nigga, me without my gat is like bein' in a blue Benz 

In front of a thousand bloods with Mac tens 

Or a red rose in front of a thousand crips with Calico's 

And Lord knows we lust hoes 

I don't give a fuck if you white or 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 don't give a fuck if you white or black 

If you bust your gat, I can relate to that 

If you sell coke or crack, I can relate to that 

When it's your turn to blow, ain't no turnin' back 

It seem like in another lifetime, I used to sniff white lines 

Commit white collar crimes and hit white dollar dimes 

This one white bitch in the white Benz used to fuck white men 

And like to sniff white heroin 

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 would've been 

If a nigga like me was born with white skin 

I wouldn't have got knocked by the white cops 

With the white rocks comin' through in the new blue drop 

I be able to floss white gold and toss white hoes 

Shittin' in the white Rolls Royce 

Hittin' Caucasian chickens that sing with a black girl's 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's beautifully 

Exclusively, it's me and Irv Gotti 

And Murder I-N-C here to body everybody 

I don't give a fuck if you white or 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 don't give a fuck if you white or black 

If you bust your gat, I can relate to that 

If you sell coke or crack, I can relate to that 

When it's your turn to blow, ain't no turnin' back 

A murderer always got a plan 

A bitch nigga is a poor excuse for a man 

Players play to win and learn to listen and listen to learn 

A lame nigga await his turn to talk 

And won't catch near jewels that need to be caught 

Niggas know shit that's difficult is possible 

A player pull out and put ya ass in the hospital 

For thinkin' the possible is impossible 

This is ghetto gospel, we got to politic 

Riot quick, pull out the guns and body shit 

I don't give a fuck who you go and get 

It's Black Child motherfucka, who you fuckin' with? 

It's Murderer 

I don't give a fuck if you white or 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 don't give a fuck if you white or black 

If you bust your gat, I can relate to that 

If you sell coke or crack, I can relate to that 

When it's your turn to blow, ain't no turnin' back