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

Black Babies Don't Mourn

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…