Jacki-O - If I Had a Son lyrics
[Jacki-O - If I Had a Son lyrics]
Sometimes I be thinking bout if I had
Brought a son into this world how
Would it be for him seeing the way
It is out here it's crazy
If I had a son this is what I'd tell em
Stay on your grind young nigga don't settle
Be a man, stand tall on your feet
Don't depend on nann motherfucker to eat
See mama gon show you how
To always have a hustle
The streets don't give it we gon
Get it on the muscle you my son
Little nigga pay attention
Never be the talker baby always just listen
Niggas gon reveal they hand
It's up to you to be the smarter man
Play chess not checkers checkmate they ass
Keep the mind of a warrior
Don't let these niggas have
You in the coroner
In this world you gon see a lot of pain
Whole lot of evil that I really can't explain
People gon change friend turn foes
Niggas turn snake tell everything they know
If i had a son
And I understand
If you got to sell crack man
Cause this country ain't fit for
The Black man system so scandalous
Now-a days misdemeanors get you calendars
But hold your head up you my little king
Don't let nann motherfucker crush your dreams
I could show you how to
Beat and break all odds
Teach you how to stay away from all mobs
Teach you how to read them 48 Laws
Blood in my eyes and the Art of War
Teach you how to pray read your bible
Don't play, read your Psalms everyday
And don't chase no chick, no broad
Always wear a rubber never run up in them raw
I know you ain't here with me now today
But if I had you son this is what I would say
If i had a son
Rule number one: Always stay true
Rule number two: Respect who respect you
Rule number three: Death before dishonor
Four: God is the only one
That come before your mama
Rule number five: Always ride with ya fire
Rule number six: Never call a girl a bitch
Rule number seven: Don't result in telling
Cause all rats get buried off in the desert
Rule number eight: Respect your weight
Never put more than a 7 on a 28
Rule number nine: Keep a militant mind
Don't slip
Make sure you always got an extra clip
And rule number ten: Watch who
You call your friends
You gon see who your friends
When you need some ends
I know you ain't here wit me now today
But if I had you son this is what I would say
If i had a son
Brought a son into this world how
Would it be for him seeing the way
It is out here it's crazy
If I had a son this is what I'd tell em
Stay on your grind young nigga don't settle
Be a man, stand tall on your feet
Don't depend on nann motherfucker to eat
See mama gon show you how
To always have a hustle
The streets don't give it we gon
Get it on the muscle you my son
Little nigga pay attention
Never be the talker baby always just listen
Niggas gon reveal they hand
It's up to you to be the smarter man
Play chess not checkers checkmate they ass
Keep the mind of a warrior
Don't let these niggas have
You in the coroner
In this world you gon see a lot of pain
Whole lot of evil that I really can't explain
People gon change friend turn foes
Niggas turn snake tell everything they know
If i had a son
And I understand
If you got to sell crack man
Cause this country ain't fit for
The Black man system so scandalous
Now-a days misdemeanors get you calendars
But hold your head up you my little king
Don't let nann motherfucker crush your dreams
I could show you how to
Beat and break all odds
Teach you how to stay away from all mobs
Teach you how to read them 48 Laws
Blood in my eyes and the Art of War
Teach you how to pray read your bible
Don't play, read your Psalms everyday
And don't chase no chick, no broad
Always wear a rubber never run up in them raw
I know you ain't here with me now today
But if I had you son this is what I would say
If i had a son
Rule number one: Always stay true
Rule number two: Respect who respect you
Rule number three: Death before dishonor
Four: God is the only one
That come before your mama
Rule number five: Always ride with ya fire
Rule number six: Never call a girl a bitch
Rule number seven: Don't result in telling
Cause all rats get buried off in the desert
Rule number eight: Respect your weight
Never put more than a 7 on a 28
Rule number nine: Keep a militant mind
Don't slip
Make sure you always got an extra clip
And rule number ten: Watch who
You call your friends
You gon see who your friends
When you need some ends
I know you ain't here wit me now today
But if I had you son this is what I would say
If i had a son