TizOnly1
11-16-2003, 11:12 AM
Moms- Shawn Carter was born December 4th, weighing in at 10 pounds, 8 ounces. He was the last of my four children, the only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him. And that's how I knew that he was a special child.
Hov
They say the never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone/
So on that note I'm leaving after this song/
So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long/
But at least let me tell you why I'm this way- hold on/
I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnis Reeves/
Who made love under the sicamore tree/ Which makes me/
A more sicker MC and my momma would claim/
At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain/
Although through the years I gave her her fair share/
I gave her her first real scare/ I made up for birth when I got here/
She knows my purpose wasn't purpose/ I ain't perfect I care/
But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear/
Now I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there/
Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared/
I went to school got good grades, could behave when I wanted/
But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted/ Hold on!
Moms: Shawn was a very shy child growing up. He was into sports, and a funny story is... at 4 he taught hisself how to ride a bike. A two-wheeler at that. Isn't that special? But, I noticed a change in him, when me and my husband broke up.
Jay:
Now all the teachers couldn't reach me/ And my momma couldn't beat me/
Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me/ So!
With that distain in my membrane/
Got on my pimp game/ **** the world, my defense came/
Then the haven (?) introduced me to the game/
Spanish Jose introduced me to caine/
I'm a hustler now/
My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd/
And all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin me now/
My self-esteem went through the roof, man I got my swag/
Got a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged/
Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had/
Supposedly knowing nobody paid Jazz like ***/
I'm getting ahead of myself- by the way I could rap/
That came second to me moving this crack/
Give me a second I swear/ I would say about my music career/
Then '96 came, ***** I'm here/ Goodbye
Moms: Shawn used to be in the kitchen beating on the table and rapping, and um... til the wee hours of the morning. And then I bought him a boombox, and his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts. But that was my way to keep him close to me, and out of trouble.
Jay:
Goodbye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush/
Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush/
And you in the drop/ You so easy to touch/
No two days are alike/ Except the first and fifteenth pretty much/
And trust/ Is a word you seldom hear from us/
Hustlers/ We don't sleep we rest one eye up/
In a drought you can find a man when the well dries up/
You learn to work the water without work you thirst til you die, yep!/
And *** get tied up for product/
And little brothers ring fingers get cut up to show mothers they really got um/
And this is the stress I live with/
Til I decided to try this rap **** for a living/
I pray I'm forgiven/
For every bad decision I made/
Every sister I played/
Cause I'm still paranoid to this day/
And it's nobody fault, I made the decisions I made/
This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me/
If you can't respect that/ Your whole perspective is wack/
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black/ (x4, til fade)
Hov
They say the never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone/
So on that note I'm leaving after this song/
So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long/
But at least let me tell you why I'm this way- hold on/
I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnis Reeves/
Who made love under the sicamore tree/ Which makes me/
A more sicker MC and my momma would claim/
At ten pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain/
Although through the years I gave her her fair share/
I gave her her first real scare/ I made up for birth when I got here/
She knows my purpose wasn't purpose/ I ain't perfect I care/
But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear/
Now I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there/
Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared/
I went to school got good grades, could behave when I wanted/
But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted/ Hold on!
Moms: Shawn was a very shy child growing up. He was into sports, and a funny story is... at 4 he taught hisself how to ride a bike. A two-wheeler at that. Isn't that special? But, I noticed a change in him, when me and my husband broke up.
Jay:
Now all the teachers couldn't reach me/ And my momma couldn't beat me/
Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me/ So!
With that distain in my membrane/
Got on my pimp game/ **** the world, my defense came/
Then the haven (?) introduced me to the game/
Spanish Jose introduced me to caine/
I'm a hustler now/
My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd/
And all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin me now/
My self-esteem went through the roof, man I got my swag/
Got a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged/
Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had/
Supposedly knowing nobody paid Jazz like ***/
I'm getting ahead of myself- by the way I could rap/
That came second to me moving this crack/
Give me a second I swear/ I would say about my music career/
Then '96 came, ***** I'm here/ Goodbye
Moms: Shawn used to be in the kitchen beating on the table and rapping, and um... til the wee hours of the morning. And then I bought him a boombox, and his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts. But that was my way to keep him close to me, and out of trouble.
Jay:
Goodbye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush/
Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush/
And you in the drop/ You so easy to touch/
No two days are alike/ Except the first and fifteenth pretty much/
And trust/ Is a word you seldom hear from us/
Hustlers/ We don't sleep we rest one eye up/
In a drought you can find a man when the well dries up/
You learn to work the water without work you thirst til you die, yep!/
And *** get tied up for product/
And little brothers ring fingers get cut up to show mothers they really got um/
And this is the stress I live with/
Til I decided to try this rap **** for a living/
I pray I'm forgiven/
For every bad decision I made/
Every sister I played/
Cause I'm still paranoid to this day/
And it's nobody fault, I made the decisions I made/
This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me/
If you can't respect that/ Your whole perspective is wack/
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black/ (x4, til fade)