GHOSTFACE KILLAH MOTHERLESS CHILD LYRICS

(feat. Raekwon the Chef) (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 No doubt! (Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whole empire [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef, AKA Lou Diamonds] Rich man, poor man, read the headlines Nigga getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes Jailcats come home and want to take yours Jobs and drug wars Living by gun law As the young one, growing up broke me and my people Think it, plus drinkin that 90-proof as the self, huh, I guess we all in the same boat we need a next man to shoot... Playin' on the roof sayin' (Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child...) [Verse Two: Ghostface Killer, AKA Tony Starks] 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 Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the Clocking dollars, by the hour like his digital Wildest niggaz peeling caps known as the Islanders from Staten, where crazy clips be clappin Labeled as the cow he had crazy beef Slept in his principal spreads, threads, made of satin 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 But, shit will never calm down, one day downtown cuz if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will Money had slept like a nightgown He dropped an ounce off Two kids was beamin him, them niggaz from the movie theatre One had all Guess on, lookin like he had a vest on He rolled up in the Albee Square, relax like he lived in there Movin slow, baseball hats, crazy down low The other felly pell tucked with a firearm Word life God, this bull kag nigga gotta go Oh shit! Bookhead, just bought a 5, G headed King Tudpea About the size of Little Maurice We got to get up baby, no cousin, count to ten I'm runnin in my first instance, is to return em the time is now Warfare and pull delf Remember me, the nigga from the UA and you pulled out Don't move don't even flinch He burped, I shot him, bitch screamed out I'm robbin him Fix em up, drop the head, don't want to get blood in the tux Had to hit him ten more times make sure I got him Told the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy I laughed, grab the King Tud head and the cash Randy came out wacked out with a half a shotty Then he shot my man in the 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? This shit is horrible.


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