Both great songs, I probably like Ghostface's song best, but both dope. People told me that street dudes they know cried to that Beanie song though.
Beanie Sigel - Where Have U Been Vs. Ghostface - All That I Got Is You
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I do think All That I Got Is You is 1 of the GOAT songs too.
breh
And there was days I had to go to Tec's house with a note
Stating "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke"
So embarrasin I couldn't stand to knock on they door
My friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores
"Mommy where's the toilet paper?", "use the newspaper"
"Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor"
Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats
Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me
But I remember this, mom's would lick her finger tips
To wipe the cold out my eye before school wit her spit
Case worker had her runnin back to face to face
I caught a case, housin tried to throw us out of our place
Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky
And ask myself was I meant to be here... why?
It's not at all a contest
And there was days I had to go to Tec's house with a note
Stating "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke"
So embarrasin I couldn't stand to knock on they door
My friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores
"Mommy where's the toilet paper?", "use the newspaper"
"Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor"
Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats
Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me
But I remember this, mom's would lick her finger tips
To wipe the cold out my eye before school wit her spit
Case worker had her runnin back to face to face
I caught a case, housin tried to throw us out of our place
Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky
And ask myself was I meant to be here... why?
It's not at all a contest
what this man said ...breh
And there was days I had to go to Tec's house with a note
Stating "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke"
So embarrasin I couldn't stand to knock on they door
My friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores
"Mommy where's the toilet paper?", "use the newspaper"
"Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor"
Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats
Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me
But I remember this, mom's would lick her finger tips
To wipe the cold out my eye before school wit her spit
Case worker had her runnin back to face to face
I caught a case, housin tried to throw us out of our place
Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky
And ask myself was I meant to be here... why?
It's not at all a contest
I remember being kicked out the house
'cause I looked just like you
Said I'd be nothing but a crook
just like you
The nikkaz in the hood was shook
Where the just like you
'Cause all they said was little whitey look
I'm just like you
But dog I can't see it at all, shyt
We never kicked it at all
We never pitched or kicked at a ball
dog, you never taught me shyt
how to fight, ride a bike, fix a flat
none of that sorts of shyt
nikka you was an abusive pops
fukk you left me out to dry, stuck
gotta teach news to box
gotta teach news to bop
and that aint the half of it man
I gotta teach news to block
It's about time we have a father to son (nikka sit down)
sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sons
how they grew to be men and father they sons
father they daughters
nikka, you left a fatherless daughter
I never follow your orders
nikka you make me sick
p*ssy you could....ooh
how you gonna leave these memories in the back of my mind
I can see it clear as day you smackin my mom
I 'member that day you showed me that gat, that 9
put it in my palm when I was young
and said that would be mine, you turned me out
the reason why I hit the block
reason why I tried to hit them cops
reason why I started hittin shots
reason why I started gettin licked
and drinkin syrup and skippin court
ginger bread man never think of gettin caught
look at your hand man damn you fought
nikka you left my mom
left us with no good-bye's
you left us out to dry
you left us with no letters, notes, (nothing!) no replies
no digits numbers was unlisted
you left us with some of my loneliest night
nikka some of my hungriest nights
shyt, one of the reasons for years (shyt embarrasin)
damn we used to think money was white
yeah you gave us life like, fruit from a plant
we aint eat right from them foods from them stamps
and to think you was my pop,
man i gotta stop
'cause I looked just like you
Said I'd be nothing but a crook
just like you
The nikkaz in the hood was shook
Where the just like you
'Cause all they said was little whitey look
I'm just like you
But dog I can't see it at all, shyt
We never kicked it at all
We never pitched or kicked at a ball
dog, you never taught me shyt
how to fight, ride a bike, fix a flat
none of that sorts of shyt
nikka you was an abusive pops
fukk you left me out to dry, stuck
gotta teach news to box
gotta teach news to bop
and that aint the half of it man
I gotta teach news to block
It's about time we have a father to son (nikka sit down)
sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sons
how they grew to be men and father they sons
father they daughters
nikka, you left a fatherless daughter
I never follow your orders
nikka you make me sick
p*ssy you could....ooh
how you gonna leave these memories in the back of my mind
I can see it clear as day you smackin my mom
I 'member that day you showed me that gat, that 9
put it in my palm when I was young
and said that would be mine, you turned me out
the reason why I hit the block
reason why I tried to hit them cops
reason why I started hittin shots
reason why I started gettin licked
and drinkin syrup and skippin court
ginger bread man never think of gettin caught
look at your hand man damn you fought
nikka you left my mom
left us with no good-bye's
you left us out to dry
you left us with no letters, notes, (nothing!) no replies
no digits numbers was unlisted
you left us with some of my loneliest night
nikka some of my hungriest nights
shyt, one of the reasons for years (shyt embarrasin)
damn we used to think money was white
yeah you gave us life like, fruit from a plant
we aint eat right from them foods from them stamps
and to think you was my pop,
man i gotta stop
wilburn burchette
got his ass
i can't call it but i love both songs plus moms prayin and even that still got love for you joint were solid songs.
