Unconditional Love Songtext

von Shyheim

[Intro: Shyheim]
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
It's all real homeboys
It's all real, feel me yo
Keep your head bobbin, for real
Dedicated, ya hear me? To my motha
Yo, uh-huh, hold your head baby
Keep holdin ya head

[Shyheim]
Yo, this is dedicated to the lady of my life
Who gave me life, and raised me right
Even if I was wrong in her eyes I was right
We like brothers and sisters, me and my moms we tight
Regardless of the habits, she had with the pipe
I had to bail her out, she got locked up last night
We fight sometimes, she sells things thats mine
Her grams ain't workin, we out for the third time
My partner in crime, I replied, havin the B.I.
As we walked back inside
I remember she died, they brought her back to life
'member no lice, sugar and rice
And mice, those were some long nights
We still in a tough fight, but we lookin good in the night
My a-alike'll get hype for me
Bring the gun upstairs for me
Tell the cops I don't live here when they come lookin for me

[Chorus: Ray J]
Even though I told you so
You don't have to worry 'bout it mama
Now I'm in control
Even if you did things kinda crazy
I'll always love you
No matter what it might seem
I'm always with you
Everything's gonna be alright baby

[Shyheim]
Growin up wasn't easy
She sold the radio, VCR and TV, to my three g's
I used to say, "Mom, please stop"
She said she would, but she couldn't so she wouldn't
Caught her in the kitchen hittin
I started flippin, she bought it off my man Richard
On the low I heard he was sniffin
Wanna bring it to the buscuit? For real kid
Sellin to my moms is some real bitch shit
I can't try no more, my insides is dry
My heart is gone, my mind is sore, its Desert Storm
Can't believe I ain't gon' see my twin before
I'm mad tight, press your butts tight
Remember I love you mommy if I die tonight

[Chorus]

[Outro: Shyheim]
Eh yo ma', turn your walkman up
Smile when you hear me, you heard?
Smile when you hear me, for real
I sit back and I wondered, like damn
At all the bullshit in our life, I still made it
You know? It's like... damn
You was mad young when you had a nigga though, you was sixteen
And you experimented a lot of things
And went through a lot of things, holdin my hand
And I followed through and went through 'em too
You know? I love you mommy
Yea, Marilyn Franklin, hold ya head
'98, G, 14-95, Marilyn Franklin a/k/a Money Rock Stone
You ain't got no money, leave me the fuck alone
You heard?

[movie sample]
I prefer going in at night, there's more time to do your work
And there's a lot less people
Look, there's an easy way to do this and a hard way
As long as I'm leading this outfit we're going to do it my way
Which way is that Sadaam?