Yo, yo, since born in my mama's vaginal sauna
As a sono-gram, I've been fond of phonics
It's ironic, even as an embryonic
Fed through an umbilical, don't that sound biblical?
I've been a terror since I teareth out of the uterus
'Cause evil plans were made to defeat us as a fetus
Though now I walk in infamy, as a child they had it in for me
Was raised with guns in infantry, in diapers and in infancy
The childhood of a hood, that was raised in the hood
Cops said, "Put your hands in the high sky"
I put my hands down on the hot hood
I can't whine or drink wine, nine planets planned it
'Til it became apparent, my parents shouldn't have been a parent
State to state we ran some, I wasn't worth no ransom
Money, won't you hand some? A nigga wasn't handsome
Raise the mind like Charles Manson's
Knew I was some man's son, but which one?
That made me strong, created my poison tongue
dudes so clever, yet slept on
