Jobs and drug wars living by gun law
Clocking dollars, by the hour like his digital
I laughed, grab the King Tud head and the cash
Movin' slow, baseball hats, crazy down low
The wiley Wu Tang comes back, Iron Man strikes back
(Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child)
As the self, huh, I guess we all in the same boat
Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and Latief
But, shit never calm down, one day downtown
And broke mega glass
One had all guess on, lookin' like he had a vest on
We got to get up baby, no cousin, count to ten
From Staten, where crazy clips be clappin'
He burped, I shot him, bitch screamed out I'm robbin' him
Labeled as the cow he had crazy beef
Two kids was beamin' him, them niggaz from the movie theatre
Had to hit him ten more times make sure I got him
About the size of Little Maurice
Then he shot my man in the ass
Raid your whole empire no doubt
Oh shit, Bookhead, just bought a five, G headed King Tudpea
Old Earth, shootin' dope in her veins
I shot my way up out of the Albee fast
Rich man, poor man, read the headlines
I'm runnin' in, my first instance
Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks
(Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child)
But he fucked up, he shoulda kept it real and went for kill
(Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks)
Don't move don't even flinch
Is to return 'em the time is now warfare and pull Delf
'Cause if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will
Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the
Think it, plus drinkin' that ninety proof
Told the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy
(Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child)
Now back to the original, neighborhood, criminals
Had a favorite song, "I Miss You" written by Aaron Hall
Young blood guzzlin' fourties hussled in a rain
Playin' on the roof sayin' we need a next man to shoot
He rolled up in the Albee Square, relax like he lived in there
Jailcats come home and want to take yours
Fix 'em up, drop the head, don't want to get blood in the tux
He dropped an ounce off
Damn, had to go out with a blast
No doubt this is how we dope
Niggas getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes
(Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child)
Randy came out wacked out with a half a shotty
Oh shit, what the fuck?
Wildest niggaz peeling caps known as the Islanders
Word life God, this bull kag nigga gotta go
Remember me, the nigga from the UA and you pulled out
As the young one, growing up broke me and my people
Money had slept like a nightgown
The other felly pell tucked with a firearm
Showin' off his eight fifty plus, what a nice whip
This shit is horrible
He never had it all, the kid loved basketball
Slept in his principal spreads, threads made of satin'
