something got to make him stop 'cause mommy go to hard for every little thing we got It was a stress and pain, had a young child, goin insane Until one
little daughter That her daddy had to run to catch a train She had no way of knowin' I was leavin' home for good I turned around and there she was again as
waiting to happen, baby Blame it on my youth Someday I might stop being a child But for now it looks as though I'm havin' too much fun You're as young as
a reason, only time can tell But well, I'm wondering what type of shit you wantin' Do you like the finer things or you a simple woman Would you drink with a
stops and stars explodin' (Mad Child) In the wide and open rules apply to no man (Prevail) Die from a slow hand (Mad Child & Prevail) Live from the low land (Mad Child
(Mad Child & Rattlesnake Jones) (Chorus x2) We want you, to take a good look at what we do Not the type that you can see right through Cause you never
(Mad Child) Enter the depth of the mindstate of a sick man blood lust, slow suction like quick sand sharpened gilloutine that cuts clean, you cant hang
a smile 'cause as a child, I never knew that being broke was bad Growing up I was close to my dad, but that still didn't stop a nigga From putting that
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
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn Waist like a Coke
I meditate in the mere, top of skyscrapers Grew through a nature, droppin' blew through a vapor Then there's paper, the wind that take ya, quiet as
Brooknam, a.k.a. roswell Clappin at the spaceship Bitches with fake tits At nightclubs We live the life of a true thug [ chorus ] [ verse 3 ] I feel a
I'm just a sun child rollin in a dustin ship It's like that y'all [Kid Crumbs] Thought's a Black miss you wanna catch the Crumbs When I hums a fat song
way home It's cool and as long, as you and the song, be mellowin out together cause it's kind of peace I'm not embarrased as I pass the popcorn, and
(it's metaphoric baby) So many different factors in a ?uestion style Cause he's the father and he's giving more than one child The abstract soloist,
nigga, game's over ain't no payola in freestyle In battles, I'm warring/Warren like a G-Child Searchin for the child in me, this style in me This release
a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all - a one two, a check a one two If it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all - a check two, a
'm hard to kill Odd but ill, a job to fill is to refill on skills We built and killed style and skill While poetically recriminate you like a child I