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Oh Yeah (Our Babies)

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I remember one time I was over at my auntie's house spending the night

We was playing Super Nintendo

I hear this lady, "I heard you've been looking for me nigga"

Then she just, boom boom boom boom boom

She let off about 8 shots

Then I heard the other gun fire off

And we was just still there playing though

Like nothing had happened

And then Vietnam, them people came back crazy

I'm living Vietnam, so what you think I'mma be

If I live it and they just went and visited?

Suckers cannot survive what I philosophize

When somebody dies, you see why I'm not surprised

Had a plot to rise since I looked in the doctor's eye

Since I started drinking milk that was homogenized

I would strive with or without a pops to provide

Mom still cries cause she fell for a crock of lies

I try to teach her to fight her fear

I try to teach her to wipe her tears

Don't worry shit gon' be aight this year

I'm at the top of my game, just watch for my name

Better off poppin my brain than poppin my chain

I claim king without dropping a thing

When they ask if I'm the best I reminisce of the bing

And think

When I was 10, I seen my first automatic weapon

A Glock 9, two clips

I seen all kinds of guns

.44,.22, Techs, I saw rifles

Livin around here you hear shooting all the time

The drama's pitiful, little niggas is homicid-ical

Couple meals ago shorty was eating through his umbilical

Now he feel he unkillable, shit is all amazing

The wrong altercation will leave his ass with a long abrasion

I try to make my life the focal through rhymes

These niggas do vocal booth crimes

I shot niggas multiple times

You sold a few dimes, but when you rapping, you the crack king

I sold it to whites when you thought it was just a black thing

I'm filled with this realness, rappers happen to lack it

I'm flabbergasted you got a platinum plaque for that wack shit

All the real gangstas, they on their way to being dead or in jail

They don't make records to sell

I asked my father, Chill, what his best memories of my mother are

Man I had fun, putting our feet in the water together

We were sober then

Once we started getting high, them memories gone

They gone

Why are you drinking?

I don't understand why I'm drinking

Do you think you're gonna stop?

Yeah I'm going to rehab and take care of myself

What do you drink?

I drink about two or three pints of wine a day

But it ain't helpin me, it ain't doing but killing me

Do people understand it's destroying you?

If it's destroying you, why do you still drink?

Do you think you've been a good father?

Yes I have, to the best capability I could

I have no further questions