Lyrics

[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 [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 2: Black Child] Now we could live a little bit, I'm free at last Bein' a kingpin is a thing of the past Niggas is thinkin' how to get these checks chased And advance and get our hands on some land, I'm still Thinkin' about touchin' them grams Givin' the drug, game one more chance I don't know if it's share, pain or the way you dance But my hands in your pants and your sexy ass Got me Outta my zone, you in my home Watch me Hit you up and leave you alone Stop me If you can, baby don't cry From ghetto to ghetto only the strong survive I ain't gon' lie I've been watchin' that look in your eyes And your freakiness kinda took me by surprise Bring your friends ma, y'all all could come Black Child'll knock y'all down, one by one [Chorus: Al Profit, Black Child & (Ja Rule)] 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 (yo) And even if you thinkin' it's all good (Black Child, Rule nigga) Uh uh, (ha ha ha) it's all bad (LET 'EM KNOW!) Bang, bang, bang (yea) Uh huh, don't be mad (you know, yo, yo) There goes your brains All over the dash [Verse 3: Ja Rule] I got too many niggas that's on my dick these days The numbers are not exact but niggas need to relax 'fore cop that thang Throw it up in they mouth, make 'em scream my name The rules ain't change nigga bang, bang, bang Thinkin' because I sang a little, I won't leave them slugs up in you Oooohhhhhh'll be the sound at your funeral I don't respect y'all niggas, your tunes are like urinals I piss on your grave, shits on ya name and only lord knows how Rule loves the pain For those who check SoundScan Check again, it's Rule, Pimp Juice and Eminem As it's been since the last three albums I turned in (nigga) And anybody frontin' on Murda is dyin' So keep your iron close when Rule's in range niggas 'Cause I ain't gon' change, bang, bang, bang [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 [Outro: Black Child] Yea Ev'ybody Let me hear y'all We gon' make it, sing it We gon' make it, sing it We gon' make it, motherfucker We gon' take it, (uh huh) bring it We gon' take it, (that's right) bring it We gon' take it, (word to God) motherfucker We gon' make it, sing it You heard? Black Child 720 Al P It's murda Gangsta HOLLAAAAAA!