Little black boy won't you walk at the door
Bout to sell him a whole pound for the dough
Mind full of track 'cause she already know
No matter how rich he might not come home
He might not come home, he might not come home
He might not come home, he might not come home
Mama I know you keep the lights about yourself
Hanging in them house with them draws upon his shelf
Lately you been blind and take the time to learn the Braille
Nah I don't wanna have to pay the drizzle what I sell
But you give me no choice man I'm glad I'm not a doctor
Making no money too bad daddy ain't a doctor
He did die mad but that man needs a doctor
Left us alone damn look where he dropped us
Just look when I'm booked in the concert
Slang for you how you live with that in your conscience
You know what I gotta do when I'm sorry
Yeah, you want me do it but we need a roof, mama watch me
Little black boy won't you walk at the door
Bout to sell him a whole pound for the dough
Mind full of track 'cause she already know
No matter how rich he might not come home
He might not come home, he might not come home
He might not come home, he might not come home
He might not come home, ride of the dough when the light goes on
Ride and per song in the microphone
Now I rather ride in the zone quick blight that bone
How you niggas with no pirate son,
Broke niggas are headed in my direction
The lights been off in my mama's crib
Pajamas and biss since I was a kid
I think it's time to put them all
Damn I even put my whip on chrome
Damn, with these niggas doing with they songs
I'm giving medicine, I could do no wrong
And pops can't see us and the doctors now
It's like it should have been since the lights went out
It's like it should have been before the fight broke out
One day if he would have been a psycho now
I'll never find out
Little black boy won't you walk at the door
Bout to sell him a whole pound for the dough
Mind full of track 'cause she already know
No matter how rich he might not come home
He might not come home, he might not come home
He might not come home, he might not come home
Damn, I can't just leave my son alone
I need my nails, my braces, my show and my patron
Sometimes I wonder where things went wrong
I remember he just wanna sing a song
Ain't tryina have no dirty money, no
Out on the streets I know they're gonna go
A little nigga ain't running hoes
I hope that half black boy run it all, run it all
I hope that half black boy when he goes, when he goes
I hope he come back with the hundred oh
I know I wanna sing with the good for the low
When I'm never on the scene as I'm with my folks
Work so hard can we please just toast
Now we gotta go to work, well then here I go
Never had an ounce, either it was in the air
Or a literal in my hand, but I didn't really care
But I might cope one, put it on the house
Maybe buy a new couch, get a whip and an ounce
There ain't nothing wrong with just getting it
Money don't talk but it really makes sense
If you start getting it like I get this
Might not come home 'cause I'm tryina get rich
See the little black boy running with the dough
Try to take a guess what he going through a home
Only he know 'cause he stood upon his own
But he went into the world will be going through his dome
Ain't no thang, got it all here
Not 100 o's, but some bars for your ears
I ain't spit this cause since '96, I ain't tripping off notes
That's a skanky chick
I ain't even supposed to go off but so I did
I ain't never take a day off this what I live
I ain't even think the same thoughts for thinking is
I ain't even, couple niggas who gonna set to live
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Little black boy won't you walk at the door
Bout to sell him a whole pound for the dough
Mind full of track 'cause she already know
No matter how rich he might not come home
He might not come home, he might not come home
He might not come home, he might not come home