Letra de Motherless Child (Feat. Raekwon) - Ghostface Killah
Letra de canci�n de Motherless Child (Feat. Raekwon) de Ghostface Killah lyrics
featuring Raekwon the Chef
* originally appear on the Sunset Park soundtrack
[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!
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
Jail cats 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 drinking that 90-proof
Playing on the roof saying 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
Showing off his 850 plus, what a nice whip
Young blood guzzling forties hussled in a rain
Old Earth, shooting dope in her veins
He never had it all, the kid loved basketball
Had a favourite song, "I Miss You" written by Aaron Hall
Now back to the original neighbourhood criminals
Clocking dollars, by the hour like his digital
Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the
Wildest niggaz peeling caps known as the Islanders
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from Staten, where crazy clips be clapping
Slept in his principal spreads, threads made of satin
Labelled 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 should of 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 beaming him, them niggaz from the movie theatre
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 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 running 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 tut
He burped, I shot him, bitch 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 whacked out with a half a shotty
I laughed, grab the King Tut 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.
* originally appear on the Sunset Park soundtrack
[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!
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
Jail cats 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 drinking that 90-proof
Playing on the roof saying 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
Showing off his 850 plus, what a nice whip
Young blood guzzling forties hussled in a rain
Old Earth, shooting dope in her veins
He never had it all, the kid loved basketball
Had a favourite song, "I Miss You" written by Aaron Hall
Now back to the original neighbourhood criminals
Clocking dollars, by the hour like his digital
Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the
Wildest niggaz peeling caps known as the Islanders
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/motherless-child--feat--raekwon--ghostface-killah.php
from Staten, where crazy clips be clapping
Slept in his principal spreads, threads made of satin
Labelled 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 should of 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 beaming him, them niggaz from the movie theatre
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 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 running 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 tut
He burped, I shot him, bitch 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 whacked out with a half a shotty
I laughed, grab the King Tut 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.
