
[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, Iron Man strikes back (Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whole empire No doubt! [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] Rich man, poor man, read the headlines Nigga getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes Jobs and drug wars Living by gun law Jailcats come home and want to take yours As the young one, growing up broke me and my people as the self, huh, I guess we all in the same boat Think it, plus drinkin that 90-proof Playin' on the roof sayin' we need a next man to shoot... [Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child...] [Verse Two: Ghostface Killah] Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks Showin off his 850 plus, what 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 Clocking 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 cuz if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will But, shit will never <b>...</b>
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1996