They go one for the Prophet, two for for the Khutbah from the Imam Four for the mother that birthed my Five for the father he taught me game
Been 'round the world, songs are all the Sometimes when I'm I still call your name Back when I was young I to dream of fame Now all point they fingers sayin' who's to blame
Mothers put their girls pigtail curls Fathers their sons how to shoot their guns They say, "Boy don't never cry control your Just it like a man, make your stand"
They say, "Sex and go hand in hand" For man blessed there got to be ten damned Expand through the of space and time three eyes blind on the firing line
Word to my man divine, come too far, "La ilaha Allah" Twelve rakats on my full day's prayer Just hoping that the lord got some mercy to They go one for the Ummah, two for the
for the angels, four for the alamin' Somewhere totally obscene And perfectly clean, got a feelin' Wounds need healin', truth need revealin'
Hands need washin' from all the dirty From the floor to the ceilin', the stage to the door From the and the queens and the slaves and the whores For every lost where the martyrs are found
funky little sound, that make you want to get down Somebody told me once, love the world go round Now kids they carry 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 tally up your wins and your They go one for La Rock, two for Pac and B.I.G. And for all the mothers who got graves to dig
For all the mothers who got to dig For all the who got graves to dig