Ironman/Sunset Park Soundtrack *

* billed as Ghostface Killer instead of Ghostface Killah<br><br>[Sometimes I feel... like a motherless child]<br>(Yo yo guzzlin forties, let`s get it on fella, no doubt)<br>The wiley Wu-Tang comes back, Iron Man strikes back<br>(Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whole empire<br>No doubt!<br><br>[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]<br>Rich man, poor man, read the headlines<br>Nigga getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes<br>Jobs and drug wars<br>Living by gun law<br>Jailcats come home and want to take yours<br>As the young one, growing up broke me and my people<br>as the self, huh, I guess we all in the same boat<br>Think it, plus drinkin that 90-proof<br>Playin` on the roof sayin`<br>we need a next man to shoot...<br><br>[Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child...]<br><br>[Verse Two: Ghostface Killah]<br>Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks<br>Showin off his 850 plus, what a nice whip<br>Young blood guzzlin` fourties hussled in a rain<br>Old Earth, shootin` dope in her veins <br>He never had it all, the kid loved basketball<br>Had a favorite song, "I Miss You" written by Aaron Hall<br>Now back to the original, neighborhood, criminals<br>Clocking dollars, by the hour like his digital<br>Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the<br>Wildest niggaz peeling caps known as the Islanders<br>from Staten, where crazy clips be clappin<br>Slept in his principal spreads, threads, made of satin<br>Labeled as the cow he had crazy beef<br>Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and Latief<br>But he fucked up, he shoulda kept it real and went for kill<br>cuz if he don`t, these niggaz with black barrels will<br>But, shit will never calm down, one day downtown<br>He dropped an ounce off <br>Money had slept like a nightgown<br>He rolled up in the Albee Square, relax like he lived in there<br>Two kids was beamin him, them niggaz from the movie theatre<br>One had all Guess on, lookin like he had a vest on<br>The other felly pell tucked with a firearm<br>Movin slow, baseball hats, crazy down low<br>Word life God, this bull kag nigga gotta go<br>Oh shit! Bookhead, just bought a 5, G headed King Tudpea<br>About the size of Little Maurice<br>We got to get up baby, no cousin, count to ten<br>I`m runnin in my first instance, is to return em the time is now<br>Warfare and pull delf<br>Remember me, the nigga from the UA and you pulled out<br>Don`t move don`t even flinch<br>Fix em up, drop the head, don`t want to get blood in the tux<br>He burped, I shot him, bitch screamed out I`m robbin him<br>Had to hit him ten more times make sure I got him<br>Told the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy<br>Randy came out wacked out with a half a shotty<br>I laughed, grab the King Tud head and the cash<br>Then he shot my man in the ass and broke mega glass<br>Damn, had to go out with a blast<br>I shot my way up out of the Albee fast<br>[Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child]<br>Oh shit, what the fuck?<br>This shit is horrible.