Baby Girl

[Intro: Hell Razah] "I'll be here, when you get home" I gotta call my wiz son, hold on, hold on Don't worry bout no suprises, you don't have to phone honey come on in" - female singer "I'll be here, when you get home" I gotta call my wiz son, hold on, hold on Don't worry bout no suprises, you don't have to phone honey come on in" - female singer That they baby girls know, we ain't forget about you word up [Hell Razah] She understand my hustle, and the black man family struggle Stay with me with your broke, still willing to cuddle I be damned if I can't tell my baby, I love you Even though we still argue, you kept me humble You was with me, when I felt like my world would crumble Take off and explode like a NASA shuttle Me and you baby girl make a beautiful couple Same Timbs, same mink, same linx, same drinks We had the paint and the laughter, I'm thankful to have ya After the rain, come the sunshine after I was ya, your friend, your lover, your brother, like no one other Seen a whole lot more than just a baby mother Ya'll wanna carry my seed and tuck him undercover You remind me of a virtuous woman brought up in Brooklyn With a brain to die for, and a body that's good looking [Chorus: Hell Razah] That's my mami right there, she behind me right there yeah, yeah "I'll be here, when you get home" I gotta call my wiz son, hold on, hold on Don't worry bout no suprises, you don't have to phone honey come on in" - female singer That's my baby girl, she gon' ride out with me in this crazy world, yup "I'll be here, when you get home" I gotta call my wiz son, hold on, hold on Don't worry bout no suprises, you don't have to phone honey come on in" - female singer (I'mma be right here, cause I know what you live through with me And I respect that I appreciate that you know?) That's my baby girl, she gon' ride out with me in this crazy world, yup [Hell Razah] We had two kids, two sets of keys to the crib Talks on the Brooklyn Bridge, receive and give Knowledge how to eat to live, and teach my rib Corrupt seeds, bring forth corrupt fruits I seem to notice you don't change when you touch loot And every nigga in the Range, ain't the one, boo You like a rose, beautiful but yet deadly I was with you and your mind, body and soul, money and clothes Make young girls wanna be hoes In the nail salon, polish on they fingers and toes You was taught to be loyal, and I be there for you Night you can only smell my Frankensense oil Lonely, tempted by gifts them niggas bought you Guilty, talk about other bitches I talk to Leavin' you a message every time I called you Voice mail for my top choice female My pearl and the oyster at the bottom with the sea shells She said I do crime and I'mma see jail Kids will grow up criminal, just to eat well And I be with you if the record don't sell, baby [Chorus: Hell Razah] "I'll be here, when you get home" I gotta call my wiz son, hold on, hold on Don't worry bout no suprises, you don't have to phone honey come on in" - female singer That's my baby girl, she gon' ride out with me in this crazy world, yup "I'll be here, when you get home" I gotta call my wiz son, hold on, hold on Don't worry bout no suprises, you don't have to phone honey come on in" - female singer That's my baby girl, she gon' ride out with me in this crazy world, yup [Outro: Hell Razah] Straight up, I give you all the respect You gave me my babies, knowhatimsayin? That's the resurrection of a new man A new Razah, and I respect that Never forget that, you hold me down, and I hold you down And that's how we gon' ride out mami, forever G.G.O., me and you, you my boo..