(Sometimes I like a motherless child) (Yo yo guzzlin' forties, get it on fella, no doubt) The wiley Wu Tang comes back, Man strikes back (Lou Diamonds, Starks) Raid your empire no doubt
man, poor man, read the headlines Niggas getting murdered for spot and bigger Jobs and wars living by gun law Jailcats home and want to take yours
As the young one, up broke me and my people As the self, huh, I we all in the same boat it, plus drinkin' that ninety proof Playin' on the roof sayin' we need a next man to
(Sometimes I feel, like a child)
Yo, I know a kid, who got hit for three bricks off his eight fifty plus, what a nice whip Young blood guzzlin' fourties in a rain Old Earth, shootin' dope in her
He had it all, the kid loved basketball Had a favorite song, "I You" written by Aaron Hall Now to the original, neighborhood, criminals Clocking dollars, by the hour his digital
silencers, he rolled around with the Wildest niggaz peeling known as the Islanders From Staten, where crazy clips be Slept in his principal spreads, made 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 for kill if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will
But, shit calm down, one day downtown He an ounce off had slept like a nightgown He rolled up in the Albee Square, like he lived in there Two kids was beamin' him, them niggaz from the theatre
One had all guess on, lookin' he had a vest on The felly pell tucked with a firearm Movin' slow, baseball hats, down low Word life God, this bull kag gotta go
Oh shit, Bookhead, just bought a five, G headed Tudpea About the size of Maurice We got to get up baby, no cousin, to ten I'm in, my first instance Is to return 'em the is now warfare and pull Delf
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 screamed out I'm 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, grab the Tud head and the cash
Then he my man in the ass And broke glass Damn, had to go out a blast I my way up out of the Albee fast
(Sometimes I feel, a motherless child) Oh shit, the fuck? This shit is (Sometimes I feel, like a child) No doubt this is how we (Sometimes I feel, a motherless child) (Sometimes I feel, a motherless child)