Christopher Wallace now Christopher Rios Me and pun drunk, and smoked out I used to go to his crib and visit his kids He used to make his daughter and his son
get popped, some die, some heal (some heal) Some get knocked, some hide and some real (Some even bust shots, some live, some kill) (But that's gutter where Ka and
nevertheless it was water my conversation caught her Some daddy?s daughter and my mama?s son Said, I?m ace de uno and I do know how to have fun I comes
love dont let a nigga make you feel intimidated take a look in the mirror and see what you become a damn good mother to your daughterer and your son stand up and
and she lets 'em show Little bitty queen dancin' on the floor High heeled shoes keep her right on time Body makes a little boy lose his mind And she
and torture, sex of the 90's Mass murders and random violence, when the living become the dead Father killing mother, daughter, son suicide pact Butchers
, we'll cop a place we can bunk And meet my boy in the mornin' for details and hook-up You better count your money, ghetto cowboy Rise and shine, good
livin' with him Yeah he cooks and sews and cleans up the place he cuts my hair and shaves my face And irons my shirts better than a daughter could do And
these mornings to wake up and find Your face on a pillow lying right next to mine I woulda cut out the partying and the smoking and the rum And buss a extra wine and
it nice and wet Please don't get upset, the fun just begun Wanna want a job done, will you make me a son? Will you make me a daughter? Do I need to pump
for you to prevent this The 40 cal'll put you up under some photosynthesis At any given instant another incident You just got a glimpse of Obie and Yay's temperament And
, sippin' on Remy If you looked in dudes eyes then you woulda saw envy And maybe you'd still be alive, you hear me son? I mean ya daughter was barely
Daughter, dear daughter, you're nothing but a fool This world is governed by one and only rule I will die with all my land and my jewels too And my
all the old folks pray, to Jesus' soakin' they sins in trays Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter Thinkin' a word best describin' my life, to name my daughter My strength, my son
on the D-Lo in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya Shake and erase, vacation your space, breakin' your face Straighten your waist, twist you, and won't miss you
to prevent this The 40, cal'll put you up under some photosynthesis At any given instantanother incident You just got a glimpse of Obie and Yay's temperment And
a king With my princess and my queen (Chorus) It's the Day of the Rising Tide Got a fam now I must provide Take a dive Fresh water, fresh start Wifey and my daughter
and the butterfly) her wings are torn my babies dead (the butcher and the butterfly) oh heaven help me what have I done I kissed the daughter of my unborn son