Motherless Child Lyrics - Ironman - Ghostface Killah

(Yo yo guzzlin' 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 

Rich man, poor man, read the headlines 

Niggas getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes 

Jobs and drug wars living by gun law 

Jailcats 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 drinkin' that ninety proof 

Playin' on the roof sayin' we need a next man to shoot 

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(Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child) 

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

Showin' off his eight fifty plus, what 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 niggaz peeling caps known as the Islanders 

From Staten, where crazy clips be clappin' 

Slept in his principal 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 fucked up, he shoulda kept it real and went for kill 

'Cause if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will 

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But, shit 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 beamin' him, them niggaz from the movie theatre 

One had all guess on, lookin' like he had a vest on 

The other felly pell tucked with a firearm 

Movin' slow, baseball hats, crazy down low 

Word life God, this bull kag nigga gotta go 

Oh shit, Bookhead, just bought a five, G headed King Tudpea 

About the size of Little Maurice 

We got to get up baby, no cousin, count to ten 

I'm runnin' 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 tux 

He burped, I shot him, bitch 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 

Randy came out wacked out with a half a shotty 

I laughed, grab the King Tud 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 

(Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child) 

No doubt this is how we dope 

(Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child) 

(Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child)