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Jay-Z - Meet The Parents

Meet The Parents
Jay-Z
04:59
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Woo!
Uhh, uhh!
It's The Gift and the Curse.
Uhh, uhh, yeah!
First they love me, then they hate me, then they love me again,
They love me again.
Let's take a trip down...
I gotcha.

Let's take a trip down memory lane, at the cemetery
Rain, grey skies, seems at the end of every
Young black life. Is this line? "Damn, him already?
Such a good kid!" Hot us pourin' Henn' already,
Liquor to the curb for my niggas up above,
When it cracks through the pavement, that's my way of sendin' love.
So, give Big a hug, tell Aaliyah I said “hi”
Till the next time I see her on the other side.
He was just some thug that caught some slugs,
And we loved him 'cause, in him we saw some of us,
He walked like us, talked like us,
His back against the wall, nigga fought like us, damn!
Poor Isis, that's his mama name,
Mama ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name?
Shorty never knew him, though he had his blood in him,
Hot temper, mama said he act just like her husband.
Daddy never fucked with him, so the streets raised him,
Isis blamin' herself, she wish she could've saved him,
Damn, near impossible, only men can raise men,
He was his own man, not even him can save him.
He put his faith in a thirty-eight in his waist,
But when you live by the gun, you die by the same fate,
End up dead before thirty-eight, and umm,
That's the life of us raised by winter, it's a cold world.
Old girl turned to coke, tried to smoke her pain away,
Isis' life just ended on that rainy day
When she got the news her boy body could be viewed
Down at the City Morgue, opened the drawer, saw him nude.
Her addiction grew, prescription drugs, sippin' brew,
Angel dust dipped in woo!
She slipped into her own fantasy world,
Had herself pregnant by a different dude,
But reality bites and this is her life,
He wasn't really her husband, though he called her wife,
It was just this night when moon was full,
And the stars were just right, and the dress was real tight,
Had her soundin' like Lisa Lisa, “I wonder if I take you home,
Will you still love me after this night?”
Mike was the hardhead from around the way
That she wanted all her life, shit, she wanted all the hype.
Used to hold on tight when he wheelied on the bike,
He was a Willie all her life, he wasn't really the one to like,
It was a dude named Sha, who would really treat her right,
He wanted to run to the country to escape the city life,
But Isis liked this Broadway life,
She loved the Gucci sneakers, the red, green, and whites,
Hangin' out the window when she first seen him fight,
She was so turned on that she had to shower twice.
How ironic it would be some fight that
Turned into a homicide that'll alter their life,
See, Mike at thirty-two was still on the scene,
Had a son fifteen that he never saw twice,
Sure he saw him as an infant, but he disowned him like,
"If that was my son, he would look much different!
See, I'm light-skinned and that baby there's dark.”
So it's mama's baby, papa's maybe.
Mike was still crazy out there runnin' the streets. “Fuck niggas want?!”
Had his old reliable thirty-eight gun in his reach,
It's been fourteen years, him and Isis ain't speak,
He runnin' around like life's a peach, till one day
He approached this thug that had a mean mug
And it looked so familiar that he called him young cuz. “What up, young cuz?”
Told him, get off the strip but the boy ain't budge. “Fuck you!”
Instead he pulled out a newer thirty-eight snub.
He clearly had the drop but the boy just paused. “Hold up!”
There was something in this man's face he knew he seen before,
It's like lookin' in the mirror, seein' hisself more mature,
And he took it as a sign from the almighty Lord.
You know what they say about he who hesitates in war.
What's that? He who hesitates is lost.
He can't explain what he saw before his picture went blank,
The old man didn't think he just followed his instinct,
Six shots into his kin out of the gun,
Niggas, be a father, you're killin' your son.
Six shots into his kin outta the gun,
Niggas, be a father, you killin' your sons.

Meet the parents...

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