Various Artists - Motherless Child lyrics

[Sometimes I feel... like a motherless child] (Yo yo guzzlin forties, let's get it on fella, no doubt) The Walla-bee Champ 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 n***as getting murdered for spots and bigger dimes Droughts and drug wars Living by gun law Jailcats come home and want to take yours As a young one, growing up broke me and my peoples Had to sell coke, 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 k**ah] Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks Showin off his 850 plush, with 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 n***as peeling caps known as the Islanders From Staten, where crazy clips be clappin Slept in expensive gold 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 shoulda kept it real and went for k** Cuz if he don't, these n***as with black barrels will But, sh** never calmed down, one day downtown He dropped an ounce off Money had slept like a nightgown He rolled up in the Albee Square, relaxed like he lived in there Two kids was beamin him, them n***as from the movie theatre One had all Guess on, lookin like he had a vest on The other Pelle Pelle tucked with a firearm Movin slow, baseball hats, crazy down low Word life God, this bull kag n***a gotta go Oh sh**! Bookhead, just bought a 5G head A King Tut piece about the size of Little Maurice We got to get him baby, no cousin, count to ten I'm runnin in my first instance, is they're returning The time is now, walked in and pulled out 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 on the Tut He burped, I shot him, b**h 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 Granny came out blacked down with a half a shotty I laughed, grab the King Tut head and the cash Granny 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