Motherless child * lyrics

Artist  : Ghostface killer 
Song : Motherless child *
 
featuring  Raekwon the Chef 

*       originally appear on the Sunset Park
soundtrack

[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, AKA Lou Diamonds

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 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
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 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 felly pell 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, 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
Fix em up, drop the head, don't want to get blood
in the tux
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 Tud head and the cash
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.