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Motherless Child
(专辑: Ironman - 1996)
(Sometimes I
feel... like a
motherless child) (Yo yo guzzlin forties, let's get it on fella, no doubt) The
wiley Wu-Tang comes back, Iron Man strikes back (Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whole empire No doubt! [Verse One: Raekwon the
Chef, AKA Lou Diamonds] Rich man, poor man, read the
headlines Nigga getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes Jobs and drug wars Living by gun law Jailcats come home and want to take yours As the
young one, growing up broke me and my people as the
self, huh, I
guess we all in the
same boat Think it, plus drinkin that 90-proof Playing on the
roof saying we need a
next man to shoot... (Sometimes I
feel, like a
motherless child...) [Verse Two: Ghostface Killer, AKA Tony Starks] Yo, I
know a
rich kid, who got hit for three bricks Showin off his 850 plus, what a
nice whip Young blood guzzling fourties hussled in a
rain Old Earth, shooting dope in her 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 Clocking dollars, by the
hour like his digital Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the
Wildest niggaz peeling caps known as the
Islanders from Staten, where crazy clips be clappin Slept in his principal spreads, threads, made of satin Labeled as the
cow he had crazy beef Seen him at the
flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and Latief But he fucked up, he shoulda kept it real and went for kill cuz if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will But, shit will never calm down, one day downtown He dropped an ounce off Money had slept like a
nightgown He rolled up in the
Albee Square, relax like he lived in there Two kids was beamin him, them niggaz from the
movie theatre One had all Guess on, lookin like he had a
vest on The
other felly pell tucked with a
firearm Movin slow, baseball hats, crazy down low Word life God, this bull kag nigga gotta go Oh shit! Bookhead, just bought a
5, G
headed King Tudpea About the
size of Little Maurice We got to get up baby, no cousin, count to ten I'm runnin in my first instance, is to return em the
time is now Warfare and pull delf Remember me, the
nigga from the
UA and you pulled out Don't move don't even flinch Fix em up, drop the
head, don't want to get blood in the
tux He burped, I
shot him, bitch screamed out I'm robbin him Had to hit him ten more times make sure I
got him Told the
owner lay on the
floor, shake the
comedy Randy came out wacked out with a
half a
shotty I
laughed, grab the
King Tud head and the
cash Then he shot my man in the
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) Oh shit, what the
fuck? This shit is horrible.
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