Masta Ace - Son of Yvonne lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, I was born, son of Yvonne Brownsville kid that wanna be on Hit the streets run an be gone Outside with a curfew Got lessons on honesty and virtue And the people that'll hurt you Drug addicts, ex-convicts Living in a world surrounded by these conflicts So many too many to mention You can feel all the tension A mom's intervention Tryn'na save her son from the worse fate Getting home after 8 when she works late Thank god for nana, I was in her control In the lobby, sitting on tenant patrol Cause folks getting robbed on a regular By chain snatching dudes, just in it for gold Son of Yvonne had a fight up the street He's a nice kid, but ain't nothing sweet [Hook] All I do, I do it for you It's for all you did, when I was a kid Cause there's mad friends ain't wanna be born But I'm glad to be the son of Yvonne [Verse 2] Son of Yvonne, better get the best grades Couple of B's, a C and the rest A's Not top of the cla**, but not nearly last I beat your a** if you think you gon' barely pa** But all my best friends, they be ditching school Every week is like a Friday ritual You got a mind of your own, so let it be known Son of Yvonne, sharp as a kitchen tool [Hook] (X2) [Verse 3] I was born, son of Yvonne Grand son of Ethie Claire Heard you rap now Duval, let me hear I get pissed and leave Nana upstairs, making sweet potato pie Cause it's Christmas Eve Under the tree, afx racing track Pick up a gift, shake it, then place it back I wonder what it is, instead of taking a guess Next morning, open gifts, making a mess Nana always sits in the same chair Jackson 5, singing Rudolf the reindeer In the background, I go upstairs To see what Mike got Then I come back down, to enjoy all Nana good cooking Life in the hood Brooklyn good looking Son of Yvonne, Brownsville born and bread And like that quilt, nana got on the bed I'm a bunch of things, all sown together To make one man, that'll be known forever [Hook] (X2)