Ghostface k**ah - Motherless Child lyrics

(Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child) (Yo yo guzzling 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! [Raekwon the Chef, AKA Lou Diamonds] Rich man, poor man, read the headlines n***a 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) [Ghostface k**er, 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' forties 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 n***as peeling caps known as the Islanders From Staten, where crazy clips be clapping 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 f**ed up, he should of kept it real and went for k** Cause if he don't, these n***as with black barrels will But, sh** 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 beaming him, them n***as from the movie theater One had all Guess on, looking like he had a vest on The other felly pell tucked with a firearm Moving slow, baseball hats, crazy down low Word life God, this bull kag n***a gotta go Oh sh**! 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 running in my first instance, is to return em the time is now Warfare and pull delf Remember me, the n***a 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, b**h screamed out I'm robbing 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 a** and broke mega gla** 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 sh**, what the f**? This sh** is horrible.