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Birth
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Birth was released on April 25, 1995 by Rap-A-Lot as a part of the album Reality Check
April 25, 1995
LabelRap-A-Lot
LanguageEnglish
BPM91
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

As the sperm hits the uterus, it slowly moves
A thousand sperms racing towards the fallopian tubes
Longing for their destination
To reach the ovum and begin fertilization
Only one sperm is needed
To penetrate the egg and
Begin creation of the fetus
No more eggs to lay
Hereditary information stored in the DNA
Twenty-three chromosomes his and twenty-three's hers
Now the swelling occurs
Of the stomach
You both want it so much
But you barely got enough and times are rough
But you love each other so much, it gotta be right
You pray every night to Lord Jesus Christ
To keep you safe and healthy and mentally strong
And prepare for the worst when the bad times comes along
Six months slowly passes, Lamaze classes, couples by the masses
Sharing the same experience
Everyone's knowing that the child is heaven sent
From above with all God's blessings
Not knowing what it is, having fun just guessing
You want a boy and she wants a girl
Y'all never imagined to bring a child into the world
As it gets closer to the real thing
You wonder what it looks like and you're picking out names
She got her things packed
And got you out the bed at midnight getting her a snack
It's all part of the process
Love, understanding, care, and respect
That you have for another
You being a proud daddy
And she's being a proud mother
She puts your hand on her stomach when the baby's in action
Three in the morning she's having contractions
Put her bags in the vehicle and save her
Gotta rush her to the hospital cause she's in labor
Her water bag broke so you believe her
She's dilated to ten centimeters
So she can have it anytime soon
Gave you a gown and mask and brought you to the birth room
She's calling you all kinds of names
Cause she's going through all kinds of pains
Girl, it's gonna be alright
Put your hands under your tush
Take a deep breath, now push
And you was there first to welcome your child to the earth
Ain't nothing like birth
Yeah, well, well, well, yeah-heh
Twelve months past the baby's twelve months wiser
Got you hot like heatmizer cause he's a terrorizer
It's not that bad, sometimes he makes you happy
Like the first time when he called you daddy
It don't take a man to make a baby
But it takes a man to shape a baby's future
To guide it in the right direction
Getting strength from his father, from his mother love and affection
He's slowly starting to talk
And if he likes Barney more than you, then it's your fault
Ladies, gotta learn to deal with the problem
A purple dinosaur damn sure can't solve em
Now we know his ABC's, one, two, three's
His dad's a G with a street degree
Do that make him less than the man with the job?
Just because he's hooked with the mob
He sacrifices everything for his family
Even himself, now that's love beyond insanity
Children are a poor man's riches
So don't make a mistake and have babies by bitches
So watch where you shoveling dirt
Put everything second, but put your family first
You said you would be better if your dad was there
But why did he leave? That's your mom's affair
And you'll never know the truth
Just try and make it better for your little troops
And it don't make you a sucker
Maybe your dad thought like that, that's why he left your mother
And left you too
You don't wanna have the next man do what you should do
If your love don't last, that's the price
You still got a role in your child's life
And that goes for you ladies too
Tripping off your man cause he don't wanna be with you
Won't let him see his kids
They won't respect you when they understand what you did
So deal with what's apparent
You don't have to be together to be a parent
So understand this cause it's from the heart
Any man who don't claim his kids is a mark
And any woman who don't take care of her kids is a hoe
So now you know
Yeah, I'd like to send a shoutout to my daughters Camery, Tuesday, my son, Lil C, you know what I'm sayin'? And shoutout to all my homeboys kids, you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, may they grow to prosper, you know. To all the children of the world, you know what I'm saying. That gotta grow up without a father or with a worthless mother. You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good. And we out
Written by: Seagram

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