Meet The Parents

Meet The Parents - Jay-Z

Written by：Shawn Carter/Justin Smith

Woo Uhh uhh

It's "The Gift & the Curse"

Uhh uhh yea

First they love me then they hate me

Then they love me again

they love me again

Let's take a trip down I gotcha

Let's take a trip down memory

Lane at the cemetery

Rain grey skies seems at the end of every

Young black life is this line "Damn - him already

Such a good kid " got us pouring Henn' already

Liquor to the curb for my niggas up above

When it cracks through the pavement

That's my way of sendin love

So give Big a hug tell Aa-liyah I said hi

'Til the next time I see her on the other side

He was just some thug that caught some slugs

And we loved him cause in him we saw some of us

He walked like us talked like us

His back against the wall

Ni**a fought like us - damn

Poor Isis that's his momma name

Momma ain't strong enough to raise

No boy what's his father name

Shorty never knew him

Though he had his blood in him

Hot temper momma said he act

Just like her husband

Daddy never f**ked with him

So the streets raised him

Isis blaming herself

She wish she could've saved him

Damn near impossible only men can raise men

He was his own man

Not even him can save him

He put his faith in a

Thirty-eight in his waist

But when you live by

The gun you die by the same fate

End up dead before thirty-eight and umm

That's the life of us raised

By winter it's a cold world

Old girl turned to coke

Tried to smoke her pain away

Isis life just ended on that rainy day

When she got the news her boy

Body could be viewed

Down at the City Morgue

Opened the drawer saw him nude

Her addiction grew prescription *** shift and brew

Angel dust dipped in WOO

She slipped into her own fantasy world

Had herself pregnant by a different dude

But reality bites and this is her life

He wasn't really her husband

Though he called her wife

It was just this night when moon was full

And the stars were just right

And the dress was real tight

Had her sounding like Lisa Lisa

I wonder if I take you home

Will you still love me after this night

Mike was the hardhead from the around the way

That she wanted all her life

Sh*t she wanted all the hype

Used to hold on tight

When he wheelied on the bike

He was a Willie all her life

He wasn't really the one to like

It was a dude named Shy who

Would really treat her right

He wanted to run to the country

To escape the city life

But I-sis like this Broadway life

She loved the Gucci sneakers

The red green and whites

Hangin out the window when

She first seen him fight

She was so turned on that

She had to shower twice

How ironic it would be some fight that

Turned into a homicide

That'll alter their life

See Mike at thirty-two was

Still on the scene

Had a son fifteen that he never saw twice

Sure he saw him as an infant

But he dissed on him like

"If that was my son he would look much different

See I'm light-skinned and that baby there's dark

So it's momma's baby; poppa's maybe

Mike was still crazy out there running

The streets (f**k niggas want )

Had his old reliable

With thirty-eight gun in his reach

It's been fourteen years

Him and Isis ain't speak

He running around like life's a peach 'til one day

He approached this thug that had a mean mug

And it looked so familiar

That he called him "Young Cuz"

Told him get off the strip

But the boy ain't budge (f**k you)

Instead he pulled out a newer thirty-eight snub

He clearly had the drop

But the boy just paused (hold up)

There was somethin in this man's

Face he knew he seen before

It's like lookin in the mirror

Seeing hisself more mature

And he took it as a sign from the almighty Lord

You know what they say about he

Who hesitates in war

(What's that ) He who hesitates is lost

He can't explain what he saw before

His picture went blank

The old man didn't think he

Just followed his instinct

Six shots into his kid out of the gun

Niggas be a father you're Killing your son

Six shots into his kid out of the gun

Niggas be a father you Killing your sons