Push, push, push, push...
 Here it comes...
 It's - it's a girl

 {Big Mike:}
 1971 a young girl gave birth
 Only a child, bringin another child on this earth
 Only 15 years of age
 But comin from the ghetto, it won't make the front page
 See, that's the way shit go
 And to the government she ain't nothin but another hoe
 Thinkin all she want is food stamps
 Give her a check and let her hang with the school tramps
 And mama's gettin mad
 Cause now she gotta watch her little girl grow up fast
 Straight ghetto life, straight ghetto drama
 Wanted a baby doll, now she's somebody's mama
 And life is so confusin to her
 Askin herself why is this happenin to her
 So now she gotta choose
 Between a box of Pampers and a pair of new tennis shoes
 Never had to make that choice before
 Never heard a baby's voice before
 And the daddy ain't nowhere to be found
 Too busy bein a hoe around town
 He just fall into another statistic
 Claimin black men don't do shit
 But that's the way it is
 And little do they know daddy also sheds tears
 Cause he don't know what to do
 Be a father to his child, or run with a crew
 You might say: easy choice, be a father
 But why should he do it when his father didn't bother?
 Just another sample, I guess
 Of black men settin bad examples
 Thinkin deep about the whole thing
 Takes his last bit of money and goes to buy a gold ring
 And askes her to marry her
 Promise to get a job, so he can carry her
 Thinkin that's the way to do it
 But little do they know that there's much more to it
 Cos marriage is demandin
 It takes lots of patience and understandin
 But they go and tie the knot anyway
 And they'll be gettin their own crib anyday
 The first couple of months were alright
 A new crib, adaptin to a new life
 But then came the arguments
 And the constant fightin got em thrown out their appartment
 So now they gotta move in with her moms
 And that just adds to the muthafuckin problems
 Cause now he's feelin like he failed
 And while they asleep he grabs his shit and bails
 Smooth out the do', black
 And never takes another look back
 Now grandma's house is an unhappy home
 Now that daddy's gone

 {Scarface:}
 Daddy broke before I stepped in this muthafucka
 And left the job to be done by my mother's mother
 Raised up by grandmother ???
 Cause my mark-ass daddy never came around for guidance
 So now I'm forced to stand up on my own two
 Cause mommy dear had to work three jobs, duke
 He didn't even want my friendship
 I guess the mark-ass nigga wasn't down to begin with
 Too lit to come around with his drunk ass
 And beatin up my mom with his punk ass
 And shit got dread
 I guess I shouldn't talk so bad about my dad
 So here it is, brothers
 If you gon' have babies, you need to father them muthafuckas
 Cause if you don't in due time
 Your kids'll speak about daddy exactly like I do mine
 So do yourself a favor
 Take your kids to the park, buy em shit, and they'll pay you later
 But payin's not the issue
 If you'd die right now your little kids wouldn't even miss you
 So put away your caddy
 Call your bitch up and tell her to make room for daddy
 Cause if you don't you'll be alone
 And the only thing they'll say about daddy, is daddy is gone