Taught us right Nigger

 My old dad imported to the family structure
 Provide her God
 My moms a queen at university civaliza
 My pops maybe was late but always came home
 My moms would put us to bed and she would wait on
 Soon as he walk in the door she barking
 I turned out the Jonny Carson
 Jumped out the bed
 We grabbed both his legs
 Me and my brother
 Not knowing the pain he gave my mother
 Night after night, fighting yelling at each other
 My papa played the street all day
 Mama was either home, at work, while we played inside the hall way
 She sacrifices all she got to feed us
 When she was alone she cried by the phone pepping out the window heeding
 But still I didn't see it
 Mama hid it from us
 We was kids younger
 Till we got bigger, on to
 Bigger things that we knew what the time was
 That daddy was leaving the crib and moms love

 Papa was player, player wasn't papa
 Papa loved the ladies
 Never got enough of
 Pretty brown round
 Running round town (Shhhhh)
 Don't tell your mother what's going down
 (Repeat 2x)

 So many kids I knew, never knew what Pap was
 That's why I show my pop love
 He was still around when I fucked up
 He could have left
 My moms pregnant shock to death but stayed
 Watch me crawl till I took my first step, to the first grade
 To my first fist fight
 Right behind me he would stand
 No matter how big or tall he made me fight you like a man
 Throw dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop your ass and slam
 He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's fam
 Roaches and weed all over my crib him and moms relaxing
 Next thing you know he packing
 So then I asked him
 What's this white shit on that plate and your facing?
 Papa why you butt ass from the waist
 And who's this lady I'm facing
 Dark skin you're not my mommy
 He grabbed me up to run some smooth words by me
 Promise things that he would buy me
 If I kept my mouth close and don't tell mommy
 He said one day I'll understand little me
 Was in you to side me

 Papa was player, player wasn't papa
 Papa loved the ladies
 Never got enough of
 Pretty brown round
 Running round town (Shhhhh)
 Don't tell your mother what's going down
 (Repeat 2x)

 Pop's told me hold my own
 Pop's told me value home
 Could I help it papa was a rolling stone
 Who loved the pretty brown round
 Out of town bound
 Jumping in his jazz Benz he touring
 At home I play his latest recordings
 And it's strange now how, I do my thing now
 I'm in the game now
 And heard of it his brain pow
 To pull strings and gain power
 >From weed habits are same now
 No white lines to trumpets to tight rhymes
 And beats that be pumping
 Before he left he taught me something
 A child's young years the most important time to be there
 That's why he stayed till we grew up, respect is still here
 I'm older now see what having a father's about
 One day they can be in your life next day they be out
 It's not because of you, you know the deal
 Him and your moms feel
 If they stay together then someone will get killed
 I love you still
 Always will
 Cause that's my nigger
 Although you felt you was wrong
 I still feel you kid
 Life gose on