Lirik Lagu The Real Wanksta - Black Child
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[Skit]"Dirty how it look?""Dadadana, like a damn snitch."("Oh man that's cold.")"Look like you 'bout ready to go tell on somebody right damn now."(*laughing*)
(*50 Cent's "Wanksta" beat*)
[Black Child - talking] (*echo*)Word to God, fuckin snitch ass nigga 50 CentFuck is wrong with you nigga?Actin like you Ferrari nigga, you can't never be meBoy (uh huh), cause
[Chorus]You a snitch nigga you ain't gonna pop nothinPay a nigga to do it, so you could tell the cops somethin187 your "Unit", Hector Lynn and Cotch dumpinYou hear the shots comin (*gunshots*) (five, 0), start runnin
[Verse 1]You knew I was comin, dumpin, who wanted a hundred roundsDidn't I stab you up?, don't make me gun you downYour whole career's nothin, but a publicity stuntUntil I kill you and give you the publicity you wantYeah front page, rapper that's over paidedFound under the stage, felt under from the gaugeNigga I got women that do the evil men doThey got more heart than you and want no parts of youYou hit chickens I used to, I fuck bitches that use youAnd lose you, for the loot, big fists from HooptieNigga you say you a gangsta, but we don't believe youI come through 134 and don't see youPull up in somethin tinted, nothin rentedPull out the Mack 10 and dump everythin in itAnd ain't no witnesses, witnessin shitExcept for the four fifth and you on the floor stiff (uh huh)Wanksta
[Chorus] - w/ ad libs
[Verse 2]Killin to do 'fore I die and I ain't got bullets to wasteshot this nigga in the faceHow you call yourself Ferrari?, you don't ride like meIn the hood, everyday "Ready To Die" like meHow does faggot nigga do a song with B.I.G.?When he the snitch of the city, I'ma have to talk to DiddyFifty I had a knife, you had a gunYou ain't pop one shot, poked you, you called 911What you know about AK's and AR 15's?Nothin nigga, you up in the preacher at the 113Damn homie, you a bitch, you a snitchOn your man homie, what the fuck wrong with you?I got a fourth and Beretta that says revenge is betterPut holes through your leather, they have to sew you back togetherBlack could never chirp like that bird to the copsHe got a camera is his drawers and a mic is his watch (uh huh)Pussy
[Chorus]
[Black Child - talking] (*echo*)Word to God you fuckin faggotKeep playing games, go 'head drop your fuckin albumI did, I'ma drop mineAnd I'ma do a fuckin interview with the fuckin arrestin officer niggaDon't keep playin games manFuckin Officer William Fitzgerald from the two thirty-four niggaOn 54th Street nigga, you knowStop fuckin playin games, actin like you don't know what happened nigga(*gunshots*)Word to God, this Black Child too niggaBlack Child a.k.a. Ferrari Black niggaIt's Murder, faggotpussy, pussy (*gunshots*)
(*50 Cent's "Wanksta" beat*)
[Black Child - talking] (*echo*)Word to God, fuckin snitch ass nigga 50 CentFuck is wrong with you nigga?Actin like you Ferrari nigga, you can't never be meBoy (uh huh), cause
[Chorus]You a snitch nigga you ain't gonna pop nothinPay a nigga to do it, so you could tell the cops somethin187 your "Unit", Hector Lynn and Cotch dumpinYou hear the shots comin (*gunshots*) (five, 0), start runnin
[Verse 1]You knew I was comin, dumpin, who wanted a hundred roundsDidn't I stab you up?, don't make me gun you downYour whole career's nothin, but a publicity stuntUntil I kill you and give you the publicity you wantYeah front page, rapper that's over paidedFound under the stage, felt under from the gaugeNigga I got women that do the evil men doThey got more heart than you and want no parts of youYou hit chickens I used to, I fuck bitches that use youAnd lose you, for the loot, big fists from HooptieNigga you say you a gangsta, but we don't believe youI come through 134 and don't see youPull up in somethin tinted, nothin rentedPull out the Mack 10 and dump everythin in itAnd ain't no witnesses, witnessin shitExcept for the four fifth and you on the floor stiff (uh huh)Wanksta
[Chorus] - w/ ad libs
[Verse 2]Killin to do 'fore I die and I ain't got bullets to wasteshot this nigga in the faceHow you call yourself Ferrari?, you don't ride like meIn the hood, everyday "Ready To Die" like meHow does faggot nigga do a song with B.I.G.?When he the snitch of the city, I'ma have to talk to DiddyFifty I had a knife, you had a gunYou ain't pop one shot, poked you, you called 911What you know about AK's and AR 15's?Nothin nigga, you up in the preacher at the 113Damn homie, you a bitch, you a snitchOn your man homie, what the fuck wrong with you?I got a fourth and Beretta that says revenge is betterPut holes through your leather, they have to sew you back togetherBlack could never chirp like that bird to the copsHe got a camera is his drawers and a mic is his watch (uh huh)Pussy
[Chorus]
[Black Child - talking] (*echo*)Word to God you fuckin faggotKeep playing games, go 'head drop your fuckin albumI did, I'ma drop mineAnd I'ma do a fuckin interview with the fuckin arrestin officer niggaDon't keep playin games manFuckin Officer William Fitzgerald from the two thirty-four niggaOn 54th Street nigga, you knowStop fuckin playin games, actin like you don't know what happened nigga(*gunshots*)Word to God, this Black Child too niggaBlack Child a.k.a. Ferrari Black niggaIt's Murder, faggotpussy, pussy (*gunshots*)
