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(feat. Scarface) |
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Push, push, push, push... |
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Here it comes... |
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It's - it's a girl |
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(Big Mike:) |
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1971 a young girl gave birth |
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Only a child, bringin another child on this earth |
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Only 15 years of age |
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But comin from the ghetto, it won't make the front page |
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See, that's the way shit go |
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And to the government she ain't nothin but another hoe |
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Thinkin all she want is food stamps |
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Give her a check and let her hang with the school tramps |
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And mama's gettin mad |
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Cause now she gotta watch her little girl grow up fast |
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Straight ghetto life, straight ghetto drama |
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Wanted a baby doll, now she's somebody's mama |
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And life is so confusin to her |
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Askin herself why is this happenin to her |
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So now she gotta choose |
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Between a box of Pampers and a pair of new tennis shoes |
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Never had to make that choice before |
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Never heard a baby's voice before |
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And the daddy ain't nowhere to be found |
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Too busy bein a hoe around town |
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He just fall into another statistic |
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Claimin black men don't do shit |
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But that's the way it is |
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And little do they know daddy also sheds tears |
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Cause he don't know what to do |
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Be a father to his child, or run with a crew |
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You might say: easy choice, be a father |
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But why should he do it when his father didn't bother? |
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Just another sample, I guess |
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Of black men settin bad examples |
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Thinkin deep about the whole thing |
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Takes his last bit of money and goes to buy a gold ring |
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And askes her to marry her |
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Promise to get a job, so he can carry her |
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Thinkin that's the way to do it |
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But little do they know that there's much more to it |
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Cos marriage is demandin |
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It takes lots of patience and understandin |
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But they go and tie the knot anyway |
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And they'll be gettin their own crib anyday |
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The first couple of months were alright |
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A new crib, adaptin to a new life |
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But then came the arguments |
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And the constant fightin got em thrown out their appartment |
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So now they gotta move in with her moms |
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And that just adds to the mutha****in problems |
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Cause now he's feelin like he failed |
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And while they asleep he grabs his shit and bails |
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Smooth out the do', black |
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And never takes another look back |
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Now grandma's house is an unhappy home |
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Now that daddy's gone |
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(Scarface:) |
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Daddy broke before I stepped in this mutha****a |
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And left the job to be done by my mother's mother |
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Raised up by grandmother ??? |
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Cause my mark-ass daddy never came around for guidance |
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So now I'm forced to stand up on my own two |
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Cause mommy dear had to work three jobs, duke |
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He didn't even want my friendship |
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I guess the mark-ass nigga wasn't down to begin with |
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Too lit to come around with his drunk ass |
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And beatin up my mom with his punk ass |
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And shit got dread |
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I guess I shouldn't talk so bad about my dad |
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So here it is, brothers |
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If you gon' have babies, you need to father them mutha****as |
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Cause if you don't in due time |
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Your kids'll speak about daddy exactly like I do mine |
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So do yourself a favor |
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Take your kids to the park, buy em shit, and they'll pay you later |
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But payin's not the issue |
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If you'd die right now your little kids wouldn't even miss you |
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So put away your caddy |
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Call your bitch up and tell her to make room for daddy |
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Cause if you don't you'll be alone |
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And the only thing they'll say about daddy, is daddy is gone |
