They go one for the Prophet, two for Three for the from the Imam Four for the mother that my frame Five for the 'cause he taught me game
Been 'round the world, songs are all the Sometimes when I'm asleep I still call your Back when I was young I to dream of fame Now they all point fingers sayin' who's to blame
Mothers put their girls pigtail curls teach their sons how to shoot their guns They say, "Boy don't never cry control your Just it like a man, make your stand"
say, "Sex and violence go hand in hand" For every man there got to be ten damned Expand through the depths of and time Standin' eyes blind on the firing line
Word to my man divine, too far, singin' "La ilaha Allah" Twelve rakats short on my full day's Just hoping that the lord got some mercy to They go one for the Ummah, two for the
Three for the angels, four for the Somewhere totally obscene And clean, got a Babylon feelin' Wounds that need healin', truth need
need washin' from all the dirty dealin' From the floor to the ceilin', from the to the door From the kings and the queens and the slaves and the For every lost cause the martyrs are found
That funky little sound, make you want to get down Somebody told me once, makes the world go round Now kids carry pistols out on the playground That profound, too far, praying to the light from a burned out star
Put lights on, put down your crosses It's time to up your wins and your losses go one for Scott La Rock, two for Pac and B.I.G. And three for all the mothers who got to dig
For all the mothers who got to dig For all the who got graves to dig