Lyrics:

Boys and girls wanna hear a true story?
Saturday night was at this real hey wild party,
They had the liquor overflowing the cup.
About 5 or 6 strippers tryin' to work for a buck,
And I took one girl outside with me.
Her name was Lila; she went to junior high with me.
I said, "Why you up in there dancin' for cash?
I guess a whole lot's changed since I've seen you last."
She said...

What would you do if your son was at home,
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor 'cause he's hungry.
And the only way to feed him is to
Sleep with a man for a little bit a money.
And his daddy's gone,
Somewhere smokin' rock now,
In and out of lock down.
I ain't got a job now,
So for you this is just a good time
But for me this is what I call life.

Girl you ain't the only one with a baby,
But that's no excuse to be living all crazy.
Then she looked me right square in the eye
And said, "Everyday I wake up, hoping to die."
She said, "Nigga I know about pain 'cause,
Me and my sister ran away so my daddy couldn't rape us.
Before I was a teenager,
I'd done been through more shit you can't even relate to,"

What would you do if your son was at home,
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor 'cause he's hungry.
And the only way to feed him is to
Sleep with a man for a little bit a money.
And his daddy's gone,
Somewhere smokin' rock now,
In and out of lock down (lock down.
I ain't got a job now (job now),
So for you this is just a good time
But for me this is what I call life.

Hold-up
(What Would You Do?)
Get up on my feet and let go of every excuse.
(What Would You Do?)
Cause I wouldn't want my baby to go through what I went through.
(Come on What Would You Do?)
Get up on my feet and stop makin' tired excuses.
(What Would You Do?)
Girl I know if my mother can do it, baby you can do it.

What would you do if your son was at home,
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor 'cause he's hungry.
And the only way to feed him is to
Sleep with a man for a little bit a money.
And his daddy's gone,
Somewhere smokin' rock now,
In and out of lock down.
I ain't got a job now,
So for you this is just a good time
But for me this is what I call life.

What would you do if your son was at home,
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor 'cause he's hungry.
And the only way to feed him is to,
Sleep with a man for a little bit of money and his daddy's gone,
Somewhere smokin' rock now in and out of lock down,
I ain't got a job now.
So for you this is just a good time but for me this is what I call life.
Come on...

What would you do if your son was at home,
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor 'cause he's hungry.
And the only way to feed him is to
Sleep with a man for a little bit a money.
And his daddy's gone,
Somewhere smokin' rock now,
In and out of lock down.
I ain't got a job now,
So for you this is just a good time
But for me this is what I call life.
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