Black Babies Don't Mourn - Boosie Badazz, C-Murder

Money Beats, Money Beats

Money Beats forever, you heard me

Boss Lien in here

As I look in the mirror I see the picture getting clearer

I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I feel the reaper getting nearer

I feel the pain in my stomach and my chest

Inhale, exhale, cause every breath is like the last on left

Fuck that and peace, ball out till I’m deceased

I’m bout to teach the police they can’t outsmoke me surely

I hate the law them crooked cops know me

Camp cross in the Benz looking for my goatee

I know they wish they could see me covered in a white sheet

Like me, but I like they’d even be the likes of me

Now picture me the truest thug in the world

Went to jail, all the homies stepped up with some girl

For I leave oh it’s real, all them bodies disappear

I ain’t talked to my mom in the past ten years

Big mama in the grave but I’m all out of tears

So I kissed on her head told her I ain’t have her here

Rest in peace

Black babies don’t mourn

Life got me wishing that I’ve never been born

It’s death before dishonor

Put a needle in my arm

Cause life goes on

Ain’t no heaven for the scorned (hey don)

Black babies don’t mourn

Life got me wishing that I’ve never been born

It’s death before dishonor

Put a needle in my arm

Cause life goes on

Ain’t no heaven for the scorned

You either love me or you don’t love me I ain’t tripping

If you cross me, you can trust me on this one

If you’re slipping I ain’t missing, precision

My mission is to the homicide division

The sunning is the speed, feel the need to proceed

See my enemies kneel as I know they’d bury me

You murder me, you murder free

Locked up and still free but mentally

I had to be they put the judges after me

Laugh at me but proudly them boys tough as ever 'day

Faithless through the jail becomes squeeze and annihilate

You like your mama now, splitting in the jugular girl

And when I sow girl I control the whole world

I propose to a girl you know we all make mistakes

The name and the fame and the money they can take

See the money that I make it changed who I be

It ain’t changed when you see the black Range in the three, Cali-o

Black babies don’t mourn

Life got me wishing that I’ve never been born

It’s death before dishonor

Put a needle in my arm

Cause life goes on

Ain’t no heaven for the scorned (hey don)

Black babies don’t mourn

Life got me wishing that I’ve never been born

It’s death before dishonor

Put a needle in my arm

Cause life goes on

Ain’t no heaven for the scorned

When I’m dead, get high boy

Rewind these niggas took you high

No lie I visualize my spirit my prejudice to murder city

It’s impressive how the DA can bear with me, shit

I got some scary boys getting at me

Busting at me, I guess the whole world trigger happy

Man, I’m on the block with a vest on

Teflon, the fifteen bricks a head wrong

Forget the restaurants, this Cali-o section

The beef needs board, cutting boards getting next to him

When I’m in my hood and it’s really doing wrong

I pray to God that day they don’t smoke us I focus

Cause in the canvas ain’t the end till you end this

When the running you forget to pretend

Always said they forgive you then they left me all alone

Boy life goes on, one day we going home

My question to America is is it a death wish, death wishes death for me?

Hehe!

My only problem that I love me but I don’t like myself, you heard?

Follow, walk in my shoes, feel me homie.

They had it written, so clear in mind.

I must be betrayed, it’s my destiny in this fake world, you heard me?

My cry is a laugh, my broken heart is a smile.

My pain is hidden in a place

only I can see that was all love.

You can’t break but break with a rock,

you feel me?

I know ya’ll don’t understand that thing.

One day you will,

you heard me?

My only other option is death and I refuse to be murdered and I

can’t see the reason, you feel me?

Holla at me.

This for Ice T man,

cook boy Corey Mac.

Cali-o forever, what’s up Mac don?

All the black babies,

don’t mourn.

We was born strong.

Holla at me.

Boss Lien in here, Murder man,

True Records, Boss Lien Records forever.

True rhythm Money Beats Forever,

until they bury me, you heard me?

I’ll never let them worry me, worry me,

worry me…