Wc Worldwide Gunnin` Lyrics

Worldwide Gunnin` Lyrics

[W.C.] 
FUCK MY DADDY, is somethin I've been wantin to say for the longest

I'm givin peace to moms, cause moms was the strongest 
Cause daddy
abandoned me at a young age 
And shoved me and my baby brother my mother's
way 
And comin home late every night 
I used to hear him grabbin momma by
the neck, lookin for fights 
Lit as a wino, but sick as a psycho 
I used
to hide under the covers with my eyes closed 
Cryin and hopin tonight that
daddy didn't trip 
Cause momma already need stitches in her top lip

Cause daddy got mad and beat the hell out of her 
And throwin chairs
against the wall every night, became a regular 
I used to pray and hope that
daddy would die 
Cause over nothin momma's sufferin a swoll up black eye

And at the end of my prayers, cryin myself to sleep 
All I could think
about was FUCK MY DADDY 

A well rounded family, yo I don't know 
The
way I grew up, wasn't nuthin like The Cosby Show 
Pops never gave me no
props, just cheap shots 
Say the wrong thing and I just might get dropped

Cause I remember times when I asked for a quarter 
And pops was on the
verge of a voluntary manslaughter 
Always screamin about the bills he had to
pay 
The story of his life, I thought about a runaway 
Front for his
friends and spendin all his ends 
on his women, his dope and alcohol binges

My brother, my mother and me got two's and fews 
Secondhand pants, Top
Ramen, and holy shoes 
It even got so scandalous, pops had me spendin the
night 
takin graveyard chances 
Sleepin in the bed with his girlfriend
kids 
And I'm scared to tell my momma cause I might not live 
I guess
that you can say that Poppa was a Rolling Stone 
But me I'm just a victim of
the plague of the broken home 
Another sad face with the sickness 
Daddy
must die, God is my witness 
For doin my mother wrong, and breakin up her
happy home 
The reason that I wrote this song 
is for those who can't or
won't, I say it gladly 
FUCK MY DADDY! 

"Now you know, that you
can't tell your momma we came here tonight." 
"But that's my
moms." 
"I don't care, I'm your daddy -- boy you don't be talkin
back" 
"That ain't right though." 
"I SAID you don't
talk back to me son, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" 
"Yeah but that's my
mom though, you can't do that." 
"Don't talk back to me boy! Come
here, I'll whoop your little ass!" 

[W.C.] 
Thank you momma for
givin birth to me, God knows 
you coulda got an abortion, and didn't have to
deal with me 
I know the last twelve years has been hell 
You had two
roles to play, momma and daddy as well 
I'm sorry for the times I brought
trouble home 
Without a daddy thought a lot I had to learn on my own 
At
the young age of nine I start drinkin brews 
And I even had to teach myself
how to screw 
And for my little brother things wasn't no better see 
To
him I was the closest thing he ever had to daddy 
Helped him with his school
and then taught him how to squab 
Momma wasn't around, cause see she had
three jobs 
Cause daddy done tracked out, and left us with the bills 
Now
we eatin Wish burgers, and stale bread, and Skittles 
Huh, and now that I
look back, I'm glad I was young 
Cause nowadays I mighta peeled his cap

Woulda grew up in a crazyhouse or penetentiary 
Spendin most of my life,
in maximum security 
But nah, cause I'll be goin out just like a sucka

When I was young, pops told me that I'd grow to be nuttin 
They keep
tellin me revenge is a loss so don't sweat 
But everytime I think of daddy I
think of broke necks 
Now, some might say that I'm wrong for speakin the
truth 
But when you tell the truth you gotta kick the whole scoop 
This
ain't a diss to every father cause some fathers are cool 
This is a message
from the Dub, that I had to include 
To every kid on the Circle like me,
hurtin badly 
Put up your middle finger and say, FUCK MY DADDY!


"Fuck you, young ass punk motherfuckin daddy!"