Black Child (Skit)

We interrupt this program of the beautiful world of Ashanti

Chapter 2

To bring you to the streets

According to Black Child...

Yo, yo, yo

Let's get it together, United Ghettos of America

Gangstas across the world, them [?], scared of us

When Black's in the area, there's more than six hundred

And quarters to eighths with pretty women get (fucked)

It's a few fourths and fifths 'cause it's strength in numbers

It's a hundred and eighty-seven degrees this summer

We the meanest, leanest spitting hot sixteen's

Pushing the rock up top, you can't stop my cream

It starts in the heart, I'm in the heart of Queens

Hollering "Murder Inc!", doing their thing regardless

One (nigga), two (nigga), a gangsta's anthem

A Pov City hustler, young, black, and handsome

Black Child always keep his hands on his [gun]

Millions on my mind with grass for my grandson

Understand him, he always keep the cannon

You get [tied up] and held for (ransom)

Yeah, y'all know it, y'all, it's Murder

Yeah, the streets know it, y'all, it's Murder

The world knows it, y'all, it's Murder

It's Murder[Outro: Black Child]

Yeah, word to God, it's Murder for life, you heard?

It's Black Child, Soulja's Story coming right after this

Now, I.G., let's proceed to break them off with some of that princess gangstaness

Murder