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Verse 1: Ja Rule
First off fk the snitch and that unit he claim
fk Dre partial, and Eminem
Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them
And they waiting for that thug s**t from Rule' again
And Proof can bomb Proof your hummer then
Put a vest on yourself and your child-ren
Teacher be scared of death of them muderin'
that like to put holes through chins'
In case y'all don't know about my savages
They'll kidnap you kid, throw em over the bridge
Got em'reminiscing to N-O-T-O-R-I-O-U-S
who just lay down slow
I blaze out in the six while letting the fifth go
I think "Big" as if I was wanted on deathrow
We tha world famous, murder inc we infamous
Fo' making bangers, and bangin' hammers s**t
Chorus - Ja Rule And Black Child
Ja Thing's Gon' Change
Black I ain't gonna lie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die
Ja Thing's Gon' Change
Black You better believe it, we stoppin' from breathin, poppin then leavin'
Ja Thing's Gon' Change
Black One way or another, we gangsta's from the gutta, we'll shoot ya then cut cha'
Ja Thing's Gon' Change
Black Ja, you ain't never lie when the heat wave high everybody gotta die
Verse 2: Black Child
As I sit back relax, cuttin' crack loadin' gats
I think about these sexy rappers that I wanna clap
I'll probably go to jail fo' sending "50" to hell
If I lay Banks down Yayo gonna tell
Fatal' will help him write his raps in braille
Black Child is black-mail, Rule is crack sales
"IG" nigg* the boss of all bosses
Making money off a music, murder, and torture
Who got what it cost for a coffin
nigg* you a dead man walking, this is extortion
We organized crime everybody's crying
While all of ya'll dying when the iron starts flyin'
Down the public, wanna polly about peace
Well fk peace cause this nigg* half police
And Black child is half man half beast
And I'm a give all ya'll a half a clip a piece
Chorus
Verse 3: Young Merc
It's time to address the public
is frontin like when we see them we ain't dumpin'
Shot's tryin lay something down, homie it's nothin'
When you dealin' with real gangstas
that a pop and erase ya, my dog's ain't playin man
Whenever we see you we leaving you there
And ain't no aftermath when our shot's flare
nigg* we get it poppin' bang like crip's and blood's
And ain't s**t change
I still keep a bandana and pack gun's nigg*
Verse 4: D.O. Cannons
You better watch you mouth, fo' I rip yo face off
And everybody you with gonna jet the fk off
You's ain't gansta, you sweet as ducksauce
D' plays no games, pop the fk off
O' you want war, everybody gonna get clipped the fk off
everybody know you block is buzzed off
We got big ball's, pay off ten fo' walk with the fifth ball
Bangin on Crenshaw
Chorus X2
Talk:Blackchild
50 Cent is that what this is all about? 2 Punk as* Mothafker