Son Of Yvonne - Masta Ace, Flip

Yeah, I was born, son of Yvonne

Brownsville kid that wanna be on

Hit the streets run an be gone

Outside with a curfew

Got lessons on honesty and virtue

And the people that’ll hurt you

Drug addicts, ex-convicts

Living in a world surrounded by these conflicts

So many too many to mention

You can feel all the tension

A mom’s intervention

Tryn’na save her son from the worse fate

Getting home after 8 when she works late

Thank god for nana, I was in her control

In the lobby, sitting on tenant patrol

Cause folks getting robbed on a regular

By chain snatching dudes, just in it for gold

Son of Yvonne had a fight up the street

He’s a nice kid, but ain’t nothing sweet

All I do, I do it for you

It’s for all you did, when I was a kid

Cause there’s mad friends ain’t wanna be born

But I’m glad to be the son of Yvonne

Son of Yvonne, better get the best grades

Couple of B’s, a C and the rest A’s

Not top of the class, but not nearly last

I beat your ass if you think you gon' barely pass

But all my best friends, they be ditching school

Every week is like a Friday ritual

You got a mind of your own, so let it be known

Son of Yvonne, sharp as a kitchen tool

All I do, I do it for you

It’s for all you did, when I was a kid

Cause there’s mad friends ain’t wanna be born

But I’m glad to be the son of Yvonne

All I do, I do it for you

It’s for all you did, when I was a kid

Cause there’s mad friends ain’t wanna be born

But I’m glad to be the son of Yvonne

I was born, son of Yvonne

Grand son of Ethie Claire

Heard you rap now

Duval, let me hear

I get pissed and leave

Nana upstairs, making sweet potato pie

Cause it’s Christmas Eve

Under the tree, afx racing track

Pick up a gift, shake it, then place it back

I wonder what it is, instead of taking a guess

Next morning, open gifts, making a mess

Nana always sits in the same chair

Jackson 5, singing Rudolf the reindeer

In the background, I go upstairs

To see what Mike got

Then I come back down, to enjoy all

Nana good cooking

Life in the hood Brooklyn good looking

Son of Yvonne, Brownsville born and bread

And like that quilt, nana got on the bed

I’m a bunch of things, all sown together

To make one man, that’ll be known forever

All I do, I do it for you

It’s for all you did, when I was a kid

Cause there’s mad friends ain’t wanna be born

But I’m glad to be the son of Yvonne

All I do, I do it for you

It’s for all you did, when I was a kid

Cause there’s mad friends ain’t wanna be born

But I’m glad to be the son of Yvonne