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[Chorus]

[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a
And Gotti's dough's quiker then a
Ferrari and Charli and Jody move like a
Ol' Wizzy and Ronnie is gettin money like a
V-I-T-A and pj's a
All day, everyday, Chris Gotti's a
Forever, and allways, Black Child's a
Gangsta's, hustlahs, strippahs, niggas, stand up!
Murder Inc. Has now entered the building

[Black Child]
Get ya hands up! Its like money's fallin from the ceiling
Understand us! Nigga it's hard to touch a million
I thank God for my children, all the cars all the women
We gangstas! And there ain't a day that by
A Hustlah! Don't look back and reflect on his life
We're a customed to ice, guns grams and dice
And bitches that go both ways like hazard lights

[Charli Baltimore]
We the underdog niggas but we can't be touched
So y'all motherfuckahs better ante up
Cause everything we drop, is platinum plus (yo, whattup!!)
Show me, You're an O. G
(2x)

(Black Child)
Yo man money, he funny, he a dummy, he ain't a
He gangsta, but he holy, might be a
High profile but low key like a
Go roll he's od by a
Marvin Gay, Quincy dog, that's a
Billy Holiday, Cassius Clay that's a
Black Child nigga, I'm respected like a
Check my jail record I'm connected like

If you don't know, now you know
Snakes high, gras low, let's go!
Nigga I step in the boot with bitches
Ever since the Murder album hear the Inc. In every city
Ever since a nigga been, be in the system
It's sickening how Black Child make white people listen
We different and y'all niggas is all the same
Ya think when I ball is a game, get dumped in a hole of flames
I'ma show you what they call pain, in the eyes of O. G
Go Nas, you as young as od

[Black Child]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a
And Gotti's dough's quiker then a
Ferrari and Charli and Jody move like a
Ol' Wizzy and Ronnie is gettin money like a
V-I-T-A and pj's a
All day, everyday, Chris Gotti's a
Forever, and allways, Black Child's a
Gangsta's, hustlahs, strippahs, niggas, stand up!
Murder Inc. Has now entered the building
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Songwriters: ANDRE PARKER, IRVING LORENZO, J. OLOWANE, R. GILL, WILLIE HUTCH
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