(feat. Raekwon the Chef)
(Sometimes I feel... like a motherless child)
(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!


[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef, AKA Lou Diamonds]


Rich man, poor man, read the headlines
^!$$% 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 90-proof
Playin' on the roof sayin'

we need a next man to shoot...

(Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child...)


[Verse Two: Ghostface Killer, AKA Tony Starks]


Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks
Showin off his 850 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 ^!$$%z 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 $#&@ed up, he shoulda kept it real and went for kill

cuz if he don't, these ^!$$%z with black barrels will
But, %#@! will 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 ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$% gotta go
Oh %#@!! Bookhead, just bought a 5, 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 ^!$$% 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, (*##$ 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 $$# 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 %#@!, what the $#&@?
This %#@! is horrible.