MASTA ACE - Son Of Yvonne lyrics

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Yeah I was born, the son of Yvonne

Brownsville kid that wanna be on

Hit the streets running be gone

Outside with a curfew

Got lessons on honesty and virtue

And the people that would 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

Tryina save her son from the worse fate

Getting home after 8 when she work late

Thank god for nana, I was in the 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 to fight up the street

He’s a nice kid, but ain’t nothing sweet

All I do, I do it for you

It’s for all you did, when I was a kid

Cause his mad friends ain’t wanna be born

But I’m glad that I’m the son of Yvonne

Son of Yvonne, better get the best grades

Couple of B’s, a C and the rest A’s

Not top of the class, but not nearly last

I beat your ass if you think you gonn barely pass

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 Yvone, sharp as a kitchen tool

All I do, I do it for you

It’s for all you did, when I was a kid

Cause his mad friends ain’t wanna be born

But I’m glad that I’m the son of Yvonne x 2

I was born, son of Yvonne,

Grand son of...heard you rap now

Devon, let me hear

I get pissed and leave

Nana upstairs, make a sweet potato pie

Cause it’s Christmas Eve

Under the tree, efx racing track

Pick up a gift, shake it in, 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 in bread

And like that quill, nana got on the bed

I’m a bunch of things, all sown together

To make one man, that will be known forever

All I do, I do it for you

It’s for all you did, when I was a kid

Cause his mad friends ain’t wanna be born

But I’m glad that I’m the son of Yvonne x 2