To My Nigger who brought me in this world   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   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      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   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      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 goes on