Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unconditional Love, artist - Shyheim. Album song Manchild, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.06.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wu-Tang
Song language: English
Unconditional Love |
Feel me, yo |
Dedicated |
To my mother |
You heard? |
Hold your head |
(Lady, hold your head) |
This is dedicated to the lady of my life |
Who gave me life and raised me right |
Even if I was wrong in her eyes I was right |
We like brothers and sisters, me and my moms we tight |
Regardless of the habits she had with the pipe |
I had to bail her out, she got locked up last night |
We fight sometimes, she sells things that’s mines |
Programs ain’t workin, rehab for the tenth time |
My partner in crime, I would cry |
Leavin the V.I. |
as she walked back inside |
I remember she died, they brought her back to life |
'member no lights, sugar and rice, roaches and mice? |
Those were some long nights |
We still in a tough fight, but we lookin good in the ninth |
My a-alike'll get hype for me, bring the gun upstairs for me |
And tell the cops I don’t live here when they lookin for me |
Mama I told you so |
You don’t have to worry about it, mama |
Now I’m in control |
And even though you did me kinda crazy |
I’ll always love you |
No matter what it might seem |
I’m always with you |
And everything’s gonna be alright |
Lady |
Growin up wasn’t easy |
She sold the radio, VCR and TV |
Took my 3 g’s, I used to say, «Ma, please stop» |
She said she would, but she couldn’t, so she didn’t |
Caught her in the kitchen hittin, I started flippin |
She bought it off my man Richard |
And on the low I heard he was sniffin |
Wanted to bring it to the biscuits, for real, kid |
Cause sellin to my mom is some real bitch shit |
I can’t cry no more, my insides is dry |
My heart is gone, my mind is sore, it’s Desert Storm |
Can’t believe I ain’t gon' see my Twin for four |
I’m mad tight, pressure bust pipes |
Remember I love you, mommy, if I die tonight. |
Mama I told you so |
You don’t have to worry about it, mama |
Now I’m in control |
And even though you did me kinda crazy |
I’ll always love you |
No matter what it might seem |
I’m always with you |
And everything’s gonna be alright |
Lady |
Aiyo ma |
Turn the Walkman up (yo yo yo turn it up, turn it up) |
Smile when you hear me, you heard (smile when you hear me) |
For real (for real, for real) |
I sit back and I wonder like damn (yeah) |
At all the bullshit in our life (ah-ha) |
I still made it, you know (yeah) |
It’s like — (we made it) damn |
You was mad young when you had a nigga though (Only 16) |
And. |
You experienced a lotta things and went through a lotta things (holdin' my hand) |
And I followed through and went through em too, you know |
I love you, mommy (yeah) |
Marilyn Franklin, hold your head |
98 G, 1495, Marilyn Franklin aka Money Rock Star |
You ain’t got no money, leave her the fuck alone, you heard? |