Ja Rule - Black or white

Black Child Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh You know me, y'all dont know me? Let me tell you a lil' something about me How I came up Where I came from Ahhight? This is how it all set it off...like this [Black Child] 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 sheilds and vests laced in our 'getts A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S. Of the Ac' NSX with a mack 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 being in a blue Benz Infront'a thousand bloods with mac tens Or a red rose infront'a thousand crips with Calico's And lord knows, we lust hoes Chours: Black Child I dont give a fuck if you white of 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 dont give a fuck if you white of black If you bust your gat, I can relate to that If you sell coke or crack I relate to that When its yo' turn to blow there ain't no turning back [Black Child] It seem like in anotha 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 woulda 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 Coming through in the new blue drop I be able to floss white gold, and toss white hoes Shittin in the white Rolls Royce Hittin a caucasian chickens that sing with a black girls voice But I love being black, a thug bustin my mack I know if I was white I wouldnt 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 beautifully Exclusively, its me and Irv Gotti And Murder I-N-C here to body everybody Chorus [Black Child] (A MURDA'RA) always got a plan (A BITCH NIGGA) is a poor excuse for a man Playas 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 thats difficult is possible A playa pull out and put ya ass in the hospital For thinkin the possible is impossible This is ghetto gospel, we gotta politic Riot quick, pull out the guns and body shit I don't give a fuck who you go and get Its Black Child motherfucka, who you fuckin with? Its MURDAAAA Chorus