[Hook - Curtis Mayfield]
Add a little sugar, honeysuckle lamb
great big expression of happiness
 Boy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses
 Such would astound you
 The joy of children laughing around you
These are all the makings of you

 [Verse 1 - Kanye West]
I do it for the forefathers and the street authors
 That are now A&Rs in the cheap office
Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers
Girls that's way too fine for us to keep off of
Gave her a handshake only for my man’s sake
She in her birthday suit cause of the [bad word] cake
 Now there’s [bad word] all over the [bad word] place
 And she want me to [bad word] all over her [bad word] face
I never understood planned parenthood
 Cause I never met nobody plan to be a parent in the hood
Taking refills of that Plan pill
 Another shorty that won’t make it to the family will
 If I don’t make it, can’t take it, hope the family will
 They ain't crazy, they don’t know how insanity feel
Don just had a shorty, so it’s not that bad
But I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had

 [Hook]

 [Verse 2 - Kanye West]
No electro, no metro, a little retro, ahh, perfecto
 You know the demo, your boy act wild
You ain't get the memo? Yeezy’s back in style
Now one room got Gidget, the other got Bridget
What’s more tripped out, dawg, is they sisters
 Nah, you ain't listen, they black, they "sisters"
They momma named them after white [bad word] So next time you see me on your fallopian
Though the jewelry’s Egyptian, know the hunger’s Ethiopian
Stupid questions like “Is he gon' be dope again?
 Have you seen him? has anybody spoke to him?”
This beat deserves Hennessey, a bad [bad word]  And a bag of weed; the Holy Trinity
In the mirror where I see my only enemy
Your life’s cursed, well mine’s an obscenity

 [Hook]

 [Verse 3 - Jay-Z]
This is my momma [bad word]  I used to hear this
 Through the walls in the hood when I was back in my pajama [bad word] Afros and marijuana sticks, seeds and the ganja had it
 Popping like the sample that I’m rhyming with
Pete Rock, let the needle drop
I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don’t needle pop
Taking sips of pop, six pack of Miller nips
Pink Champale, Ballantine Ale
Bally’s on my feet help me balance out well
That and the [bad word] I used to balance on the scale
 I got it honest from the parties from my momma’s
Virgin Marys try to judge her
 I’m like “Where the Madonnas now?”
 Give all glory to Gloria
 They said “you raised that boy too fast, but you was raising a warrior”
 We victorious, they’ll never take the joy from us, uh

 [Outro - Kid Cudi (w/ Pete Rock)]
 Keep your hands up, get mine up
Don’t let them take your fire
 Yeah, okay
 (It’s Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay)