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(Sometimes I feel like a child)
(Yo yo guzzlin' forties, get it on fella, no doubt)
The wiley Wu Tang comes back, Man strikes back
(Lou Diamonds, Starks)
your whole empire no doubt

Rich man, poor man, read the
Niggas getting murdered for and bigger dimes
and drug wars living by gun law
Jailcats come home and want to yours

As the one, growing up broke me and my people
As the self, huh, I guess we all in the same
Think it, plus that ninety proof
Playin' on the roof sayin' we need a man to shoot

(Sometimes I feel, like a child)

Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for bricks
Showin' off his eight plus, what a nice whip
blood guzzlin' fourties hussled in a rain
Old Earth, shootin' dope in her

He never had it all, the kid basketball
Had a favorite song, "I Miss You" written by Hall
Now to the original, neighborhood, criminals
Clocking dollars, by the hour like his

silencers, he rolled around with the
Wildest niggaz peeling known as the Islanders
From Staten, where clips be clappin'
Slept in his principal spreads, threads of satin'

as the cow he had crazy beef
Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and
But he fucked up, he shoulda kept it real and went for
'Cause if he don't, niggaz with black barrels will

But, shit calm down, one day downtown
He an ounce off
Money had like a nightgown
He rolled up in the Albee Square, relax like he lived in
Two was beamin' him, them niggaz from the movie theatre

One had all guess on, lookin' like he had a on
The other felly pell tucked with a
Movin' slow, baseball hats, down low
Word God, this bull kag nigga gotta go

Oh shit, Bookhead, just bought a five, G King Tudpea
the size of Little Maurice
We got to get up baby, no cousin, to ten
I'm runnin' in, my instance
Is to return 'em the time is now warfare and pull

Remember me, the from the UA and you pulled out
move don't even flinch
Fix 'em up, drop the head, want to get blood in the tux
He burped, I shot him, bitch out I'm robbin' him

Had to hit him ten more times make I got him
Told the lay on the floor, shake the comedy
Randy out wacked out with a half a shotty
I laughed, the King Tud head and the cash

he shot my man in the ass
And mega glass
Damn, had to go out a blast
I my way up out of the Albee fast

(Sometimes I feel, like a child)
Oh shit, the fuck?
This is horrible
(Sometimes I feel, a motherless child)
No doubt this is how we
(Sometimes I feel, like a child)
(Sometimes I feel, a motherless child)