Текст песни Black Child - The Real Wanksta (50 Cent Diss)
[Skit]
"Daddy, how it look? Dadadana..."
"Like you 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 Cent
Fuck is wrong with you nigga?
Actin like you Ferrari nigga, you can't never be me
Boy (uh huh), cause
[Hook]
You a snitch nigga you ain't gonna pop nothin
Pay a nigga to do it, so you could tell the cops somethin
187 your "Unit", Hector Lynn and Cotch dumpin
You hear the shots comin (*gunshots*) (five, 0), start runnin
[Verse 1]
You knew I was coming, dumping, who wanted a hundred rounds?
Didn't I stab you up? Don't make me gun you down!
Your whole career's nothing but a publicity stunt
Until I kill you and give you the publicity you want!
Yeah, front page; rapper that's over paid-ed
Found under the stage, felt thunder from the gauge
Nigga, I got women that do the evil men do
They got more heart than you and want no parts of you
You hit chickens I used to, I fuck bitches that use you
And lose you, for the loot, big fists from Hooptie
Nigga you say you a gangsta, but we don't believe you
I come through 134 and don't see you
Pull up in something tinted, nothing rented
Pull out the Mack 10 and dump everything in it
And ain't no witnesses witnessing shit
Except for the four fifth and you on the floor stiff (uh huh)
Wanksta
[Hook] - w/ ad libs
[Verse 2]
Killing to do 'fore I die and I ain't got bullets to waste
Shot this nigga in the face
How you call yourself Ferrari? You don't ride like me
In the hood, everyday "Ready To Die" like me
How does faggot nigga do a song with B.I.G.?
When he the snitch of the city, I'ma have to talk to Diddy
Fifty I had a knife, you had a gun
You ain't pop one shot, poked you, you called 911
What you know about AK's and AR 15's?
Nothin nigga, you up in the preacher at the 113
Damn homie, you a bitch, you a snitch
On your man homie, what the fuck wrong with you?
I got a fourth and Beretta that says revenge is better
Put holes through your leather, they have to sew you back together
Black could never chirp like that bird to the cops
He got a camera in his drawers, and a mic is his watch (uh huh)
Pussy
[Hook]
[Black Child - talking] (*echo*)
Word to God, you fuckin faggot!
Keep playing games, go 'head, drop your fuckin album:
I did, I'ma drop mine!
And I'ma do a fucking interview with the fuckin arresting officer, nigga!
Don't keep playing games, man!
Fuckin Officer William Fitzgerald from the 234, nigga!
On 54th Street, nigga, you know!
Stop fucking playing games, acting like you don't know what happened, nigga!
(*gunshots*)
Word to God, this Black Child too, nigga!
Black Child, a.k.a. Ferrari Black, nigga!
It's Murder, faggot!
Pussy, pussy (*gunshots*)
