Motherless Child (Ft. Raek
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah & (Noreaga)
Young blood guzzlin' 40's (Steedy man, you feel me? Word up)
The Wallabee tax comes back (Downtown)
Iron Man strikes back (Diamonds)
We raid ya whole empire (You know what I'm sayin'?)
No doubt
Rich man, poor man, read the headlines
Niggas gettin' murdered for spots and bigger nines
Trouts and drug wars, livin' by gun law
Jail cats come home and wanna take yours
As a young one, growin' up broke
Me and my peoples had to sell coke
I guess we all in the same boat
Thinkin', blunts, drinkin' that '92
Layin' on the roof, singin'
We need a next man to shoot
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Yo, I know a rich kid who got hit for three bricks
Showin' off his 850 plush with a nice whip
Young blood guzzlin' 40s, hustled in the rain
Old Earth, shootin' dope in the veins
He never had it all, the kid loved basketball
Had a favorite song, "I Miss You," written by Aaron Hall
Now back to the original neighborhood criminals
Clockin' dollars by the hour like it's digital
Styrofoam silencers, he roll around with the
Wildin'-ass niggas peelin' caps known as the Islanders
From Staten, with crazy clips we clappin'
Slept in expensive throw spreads, threads made of satin
Labeled as a coward, he had crazy beef
Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out and do heads in our jeep
But he fucked up, he should've kept it real and went for kill
'Cause if he don't, these niggas with black barrels will
But shit never calmed down, one day downtown
He dropped an ounce off, money had slept like a nightgown
He rolled up in the Albee Square, relaxed like he lived there
Two kids was beamin' him, them niggas from the movie theater
One had all Guess on, lookin' like he had a vest on
The other Pelle Pelle, tough with a firearm
Movin' slow, baseball hats, crazy down low
"Word life, dog, this Bookhead nigga gotta go"
Oh shit, Bookhead just bought a fly G-head
A King Tut piece, about the size of little Maurice
We gotta get him, baby, yo, cousin
Count to ten, I'm runnin' in, my first instance is to return him
The time is now, walked in and pulled out
"Remember me? The nigga from the UA and you pulled out?"
Don't move, don't even flinch, fix your mug
Drop the head, don't wanna get blood to Tut
He burped, I shot him, bitch screamed, "Yo, I'm robbin' him"
Had to hit him ten more times, make sure I got him
Told the owner, "Lay on the floor, check the common"
Granny came up, blacked out with a half a shotty
I laughed, grabbed the King Tut head and the cash
Granny shot my man in his ass and broke Mega glass
Damn, had to go out with a blast
I shot my way up out of the Albee fast
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Oh shit, it's a slut, shit was horrible
Word up, you know how we do, know what I'm sayin'?
No doubt, check it out, y'all
Nuff respect to my peoples
Pockets still on tracks, word up
You know what I'm sayin'?
On and on like that, y'all
Mickey Maris, Understandable, Ready Red, Big Pun
Yeah, no doubt, now Born
Yeah, niggas know the half, y'all
Mariano, niggas know
Catchin' K's, y'all, word up
You know the half
Niggas on the Island, Rikers Island, word up
One love to niggas upstate
Yeah, check it out, y'all
Niggas know Lex Diamonds and the right-hand man, yo