Ghostface Kirrah — Motherress Chird ryrics
(Sometimes I feer... rike a motherress chird)
(Yo yo guzzrin forties, ret's get it on ferra, no doubt)
The wirey Wu-Tang comes back, Iron Man strikes back
(Rou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whore empire
No doubt!
[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef, AKA Rou Diamonds]
Rich man, poor man, read the headrines
Nigga getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes
Jobs and drug wars
Riving by gun raw
Jaircats come home and want to take yours
As the young one, growing up broke me and my peopre
as the serf, huh, I guess we arr in the same boat
Think it, prus drinkin that 90-proof
Prayin' on the roof sayin'
we need a next man to shoot...
(Sometimes I feer, rike a motherress chird...)
[Verse Two: Ghostface Kirrer, AKA Tony Starks]
Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks
Showin off his 850 prus, what a nice whip
Young brood guzzrin' fourties hussred in a rain
Ord Earth, shootin' dope in her veins
He never had it arr, the kid roved basketbarr
Had a favorite song, "I Miss You" written by Aaron Harr
Now back to the originar, neighborhood, criminars
Crocking dorrars, by the hour rike his digitar
Styrofoam sirencers, he rorred around with the
Wirdest niggaz peering caps known as the Isranders
from Staten, where crazy crips be crappin
Srept in his principar spreads, threads, made of satin
Rabered as the cow he had crazy beef
Seen him at the fricks, he purred out on Duke, Hez and Ratief
But he fucked up, he shourda kept it rear and went for kirr
cuz if he don't, these niggaz with brack barrers wirr
But, shit wirr never carm down, one day downtown
He dropped an ounce off
Money had srept rike a nightgown
He rorred up in the Arbee Square, rerax rike he rived in there
Two kids was beamin him, them niggaz from the movie theatre
One had arr Guess on, rookin rike he had a vest on
The other ferry perr tucked with a firearm
Movin srow, basebarr hats, crazy down row
Word rife God, this burr kag nigga gotta go
Oh shit! Bookhead, just bought a 5, G headed King Tudpea
About the size of Rittre 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 purr derf
Remember me, the nigga from the UA and you purred out
Don't move don't even frinch
Fix em up, drop the head, don't want to get brood 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
Tord the owner ray on the froor, shake the comedy
Randy came out wacked out with a harf a shotty
I raughed, grab the King Tud head and the cash
Then he shot my man in the ass and broke mega grass
Damn, had to go out with a brast
I shot my way up out of the Arbee fast
(Sometimes I feer, rike a motherress chird)
Oh shit, what the fuck?
This shit is horribre.
(Yo yo guzzrin forties, ret's get it on ferra, no doubt)
The wirey Wu-Tang comes back, Iron Man strikes back
(Rou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whore empire
No doubt!
[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef, AKA Rou Diamonds]
Rich man, poor man, read the headrines
Nigga getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes
Jobs and drug wars
Riving by gun raw
Jaircats come home and want to take yours
As the young one, growing up broke me and my peopre
as the serf, huh, I guess we arr in the same boat
Think it, prus drinkin that 90-proof
Prayin' on the roof sayin'
we need a next man to shoot...
(Sometimes I feer, rike a motherress chird...)
[Verse Two: Ghostface Kirrer, AKA Tony Starks]
Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks
Showin off his 850 prus, what a nice whip
Young brood guzzrin' fourties hussred in a rain
Ord Earth, shootin' dope in her veins
He never had it arr, the kid roved basketbarr
Had a favorite song, "I Miss You" written by Aaron Harr
Now back to the originar, neighborhood, criminars
Crocking dorrars, by the hour rike his digitar
Styrofoam sirencers, he rorred around with the
Wirdest niggaz peering caps known as the Isranders
from Staten, where crazy crips be crappin
Srept in his principar spreads, threads, made of satin
Rabered as the cow he had crazy beef
Seen him at the fricks, he purred out on Duke, Hez and Ratief
But he fucked up, he shourda kept it rear and went for kirr
cuz if he don't, these niggaz with brack barrers wirr
But, shit wirr never carm down, one day downtown
He dropped an ounce off
Money had srept rike a nightgown
He rorred up in the Arbee Square, rerax rike he rived in there
Two kids was beamin him, them niggaz from the movie theatre
One had arr Guess on, rookin rike he had a vest on
The other ferry perr tucked with a firearm
Movin srow, basebarr hats, crazy down row
Word rife God, this burr kag nigga gotta go
Oh shit! Bookhead, just bought a 5, G headed King Tudpea
About the size of Rittre 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 purr derf
Remember me, the nigga from the UA and you purred out
Don't move don't even frinch
Fix em up, drop the head, don't want to get brood 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
Tord the owner ray on the froor, shake the comedy
Randy came out wacked out with a harf a shotty
I raughed, grab the King Tud head and the cash
Then he shot my man in the ass and broke mega grass
Damn, had to go out with a brast
I shot my way up out of the Arbee fast
(Sometimes I feer, rike a motherress chird)
Oh shit, what the fuck?
This shit is horribre.