1995

One, two, three, three, four, five If a nigga touch me, he gon' meet four-five I'ma shoot like Jordan, 1995 I'ma shoot like Jordan, 1995, uh One, two, three, three, four, five If a nigga touch me, he gon' meet four-five I'ma shoot like Jordan, 1995 I'ma shoot like Jordan, 1995, uh Sharp shooter, play the game Slam dunk, we don't lay it up Got a bad bitch layin' up I'm so charged up right now They throw shade at us Came a long way from the backyard, yeah Long way from the backyard, yeah Came a long way from the backyard, yeah Seventeen years of mama comin' home No hug, no love, no kiss, not even a, "Hello" Just "Did you wash the dishes? Did you fold my clothes?" Oh no, let me hurry up, mama on the road What's love? I say, "IDK," that mean I don't know In this case, barely room for love, barely room for growth I wanna cry but I never do, it ain't good to show I wanna die but I never do, can't go like a ho (oh) I tip-toe around the idea of family ties (that's right) Just me, Mom, and Martin, broken family ties Seein' pictures of 'em tyin' a knot, both of 'em are smilin' Same pictures of 'em tyin' a knot falling from their fighting Would've thought it was normal if I didn't watch TV I'm seein' white people eatin' with their families happily Only time we ate together was eatin' at Applebee's Parents had so many jobs, our family tree was an apple tree I never saw my step-father kiss my mama, not once, that's for real We ain't need no AC, the household was so cold, I'm gettin' chills That's why it's one, two, three, three, four, five If a nigga touch me, he gon' meet four-five I'ma shoot like Jordan, 1995 I'ma shoot like Jordan, 1995, uh One, two, three, three, four, five If a nigga touch me, he gon' meet four-five I'ma shoot like Jordan, 1995 I'ma shoot like Jordan, 1995, uh Have you ever been to an immigrant's home? Where the straight A's and bein' a doctor was all they know 'Cause they come from struggle, work to get a house And now they workin' double, can't even enjoy it They lookin' for you to be the one to graduate and bring the joy up But if you was me, then you would be the one to make 'em need a lawyer And pay for the court fees all 'cause a nigga didn't wanna look dorky, off with a nigga Four years, that's a four-piece, no peace, more peace, no peace, more peace, no peace, more peace That's how it sound inside of my mama's head Stepfather ain't comin' home, he gettin' head Claimin' he busy, he on a business trip When really, he with a trick, she suckin' I had to let that sink in 'Cause when them days came, it affected the way I see men I had to let that sink in 'Cause when my mama cried, it affected the way I see revenge And I ain't even know it but Everything I did was results of how I was growin' up And growin' nuts and growin' balls, and goin' nuts and makin' calls And hangin' up in bitches faces, running up in people's places One, two, three, three, four, five If a nigga touch me, I'm I'ma shoot like Jordan I'ma shoot like Jordan, uh One, two, three, three, four, five If a nigga touch me (he was killed right around the corner from his own home) Jordan Jordan, 1995 Sharp shooter, play the game Slam dunk, we don't lay it up Got a bad bitch layin' up I'm so charged up right now They throw shade at us They throw shade at us Sharp shooter, play the game Slam dunk, we don't lay it up Got a bad bitch layin' up I'm so charged up right now They throw shade at us They throw shade at us Came a long way from the backyard, yeah A true product of bad environment