Ghostface Killah
Ironman
Motherless Child
Sometimes I feel... like a motherless child...
(Yo yo guzzlin forties, let's get it on fella, no doubt)
The wiley Wu-Tang comes back
Ironman strikes back
(Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whole empire
No doubt
[Raekwon]
Rich man, poor man, read the headlines
Niggaz gettin murdered for spots and bigger dimes
Jobs and drug wars
Livin by gun law
Jailcats come home and wanna take yours
As a young one, growin up broke
Me and my peoples at the cell huh
I guess we all in the same boat
Thinkin, plus drinkin that 90-proof
Playin on the roof sayin
We need a next man to shoot
(Sometimes I feel... like a motherless child...)
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks
Showin off his 850 plus, with a nice whip
Young blood guzzlin fourties hussled in a rain
Old Earth, shootin dope in her veins
He never had it all, the kid loved basketball
Had a favorite song, "I Miss You" written by Aaron Hall
Now back to the original, neighborhood criminals
Clockin dollars, by the hour like his digital
Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the
Wildest niggaz peeling caps known as the Islanders
From Staten, where crazy clips be clappin
Slept in his principal spreads, threads, made of satin
Labeled as the cow he had crazy beef
Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and Latief
But he fucked up, he shoulda kept it real and went for kill
Cause if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will
But shit never calm down, one day downtown
He dropped an ounce off
Money had slept like a nightgown
He rolled up in the Albee Square, relax like he lived in there
Two kids was beamin him, them niggaz from the movie theatre
One had all Guess on, lookin like he had a vest on
The other Pelle Pelle, tucked with a firearm
Movin slow, baseball hats, crazy down low
Word life God, this bull kag nigga gotta go
Oh shit! Bookhead, just bought a 5, she had a King Tut piece
About the size of Little Maurice
We got to get em baby, yo cousin, count to ten
I'm runnin in my first instance, is to return em the time is now
Warfare and pull down
Remember me, the nigga from the UA and you pulled out
Don't move don't even flinch
Fix em up, drop the head, don't want to get blood in the tut
He burped, I shot him, bitch screamed out I'm robbin him
Had to hit him ten more times make sure I got him
Told the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy
Randy came out wacked out with a half a shotty
I laughed, grab the King Tut head and the cash
Then he shot my man in his ass and broke mega glass
Damn, had to go out with a blast
I shot my way up out of the Albee fast
(Sometimes I feel... like a motherless child...)
Oh shit, what the fuck?
That shit was horrible
(Sometimes I feel... like a motherless child...)
Word up, quick
(Sometimes I feel... like a motherless child...)
You know how we do, knowI'msayin?
No doubt, check it out y'all
(Sometimes I feel... like a motherless child...)
Nuff respect to my peoples
Bobby Steels on the tracks
Word up, youknowI'msayin
On and on like that y'all
Mickey Mirrors, understand the born ready-read big boned
Yeah, no doubt now born
Yeah, niggaz know the half y'all
Verryano niggaz know
Killer Kays y'all, word up, you know the half
Niggaz on the Island, Rikers Island
Word up, one love niggaz upstate
Yeah check it out y'all, niggaz know
Lex Diamonds my right hand man yo, check it out
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