Sunset Park movie - Motherless Child lyrics

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Song by Ghostface Killer<br /><br>

[Sometimes I feel... like a motherless child]<br>

(Yo yo guzzlin forties, let's get it on fella, no doubt)<br>

The wiley Wu-Tang comes back, Iron Man strikes back<br>

(Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whole empire<br>

No doubt!<br>

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[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]<br>

Rich man, poor man, read the headlines<br>

Nigga getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes<br>

Jobs and drug wars<br>

Living by gun law<br>

Jailcats come home and want to take yours<br>

As the young one, growing up broke me and my people<br>

as the self, huh, I guess we all in the same boat<br>

Think it, plus drinkin that 90-proof<br>

Playin' on the roof sayin'<br>

we need a next man to shoot...<br>

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[Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child...]<br>

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[Verse Two: Ghostface Killah]<br>

Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks<br>

Showin off his 850 plus, what a nice whip<br>

Young blood guzzlin' fourties hussled in a rain<br>

Old Earth, shootin' dope in her veins <br>

He never had it all, the kid loved basketball<br>

Had a favorite song, "I Miss You" written by Aaron Hall<br>

Now back to the original, neighborhood, criminals<br>

Clocking dollars, by the hour like his digital<br>

Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the<br>

Wildest niggaz peeling caps known as the Islanders<br>

from Staten, where crazy clips be clappin<br>

Slept in his principal spreads, threads, made of satin<br>

Labeled as the cow he had crazy beef<br>

Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and Latief<br>

But he fucked up, he shoulda kept it real and went for kill<br>

cuz if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will<br>

But, shit will never calm down, one day downtown<br>

He dropped an ounce off <br>

Money had slept like a nightgown<br>

He rolled up in the Albee Square, relax like he lived in there<br>

Two kids was beamin him, them niggaz from the movie theatre<br>

One had all Guess on, lookin like he had a vest on<br>

The other felly pell tucked with a firearm<br>

Movin slow, baseball hats, crazy down low<br>

Word life God, this bull kag nigga gotta go<br>

Oh shit! Bookhead, just bought a 5, G headed King Tudpea<br>

About the size of Little Maurice<br>

We got to get up baby, no cousin, count to ten<br>

I'm runnin in my first instance, is to return em the time is now<br>

Warfare and pull delf<br>

Remember me, the nigga from the UA and you pulled out<br>

Don't move don't even flinch<br>

Fix em up, drop the head, don't want to get blood in the tux<br>

He burped, I shot him, bitch screamed out I'm robbin him<br>

Had to hit him ten more times make sure I got him<br>

Told the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy<br>

Randy came out wacked out with a half a shotty<br>

I laughed, grab the King Tud head and the cash<br>

Then he shot my man in the ass and broke mega glass<br>

Damn, had to go out with a blast<br>

I shot my way up out of the Albee fast<br>

[Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child]<br>

Oh shit, what the fuck?<br>

This shit is horrible.<br>

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