Mama Know Love/Ghetto Tale
Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 8:51 am
Yo cuzz,
Under the bright city lights, she shines unbelievable
Something kinda like this dime was unconceivable
I seen it through, your eyes, son, indeed im fuzed
Beat up and stranded she put a bandage on your bleeding wounds
She changed your diapers and would feed you food
Now you pushin a two, seater, coop, breezing through
Like you mobbin, all your problems untreatable
Got a fat rock, but now the black top is mad hot
You have props, a fresh fade, gold chain, a fat watch
Seventeen with a kid, u a mirror image of her
When she was a fiend on the strip, just needed a hit of somethin
The face of a queen, with the spirit of a hustler in her
Facing her dreams, after night school she would rush you dinner
The only one who ever saw something in ya
Now you got a pistol, like u ready to buck a nigga?
Going out for a couple figures? What the fuck nigga??
Aint showin no love back, too much disrespect
Plus she found where your drugs at and that u slung crack
Why does all the bad shit happen to follow her?
And that’s ya problem bruh, cuz that’s ya mama bruh
Your mama loves you, even through
All the drama, and all the trouble
She’s still there to hug you
She taught you bout the struggle
She taught you how to hustle
Place no one above you
There aint no love like ya mamas man
Nigga, I watched you from the project steps
Ya mama stressed, while u was out there holdin chrome
I was smoking bones loaded off the vodka and cess
Heard you bout to put a read dot on a nigga head
Cuz he snitched on ya man and had drama with the feds
Ya mama upset, she wants u to go to college instead
You ditchin school everyday, I seen you run the streets
Makein money in any way, getting niggas done for cheap
Grew a couple feet, runnin the underground, and all that’s underneath
A nigga bitter, but you lookin for somethin sweet
Don’t go home, cuz all ya problems never ceased
And ya mama’s up beat, she need a hit of somethin cheap
Your boy sold it to her had her fixing to get high
While yall was livin to get by, and yall aint even finished mid-high
And how could I forget why, so load up a cartridge
You either show love or heartless, in the thug and drug markets
A narcist, bout to de-part, from under your mamas arm pits
In a deep thought, I contemplated trying to keep her tears from flowin
Then the heat sparked, so keep watch another street moms
Lost her seed, shot up on the streets where she’d fiend rock
Indeed I seen shots, I never thought you bounce before ya moms
Everyday she cryin hard, yesterday they kicked her out the salon
Cuz her son is gone, and he was young, no doubt he strong
For real son, Ill be shoutin ya name out my mouth when its on
Under the bright city lights, she shines unbelievable
Something kinda like this dime was unconceivable
I seen it through, your eyes, son, indeed im fuzed
Beat up and stranded she put a bandage on your bleeding wounds
She changed your diapers and would feed you food
Now you pushin a two, seater, coop, breezing through
Like you mobbin, all your problems untreatable
Got a fat rock, but now the black top is mad hot
You have props, a fresh fade, gold chain, a fat watch
Seventeen with a kid, u a mirror image of her
When she was a fiend on the strip, just needed a hit of somethin
The face of a queen, with the spirit of a hustler in her
Facing her dreams, after night school she would rush you dinner
The only one who ever saw something in ya
Now you got a pistol, like u ready to buck a nigga?
Going out for a couple figures? What the fuck nigga??
Aint showin no love back, too much disrespect
Plus she found where your drugs at and that u slung crack
Why does all the bad shit happen to follow her?
And that’s ya problem bruh, cuz that’s ya mama bruh
Your mama loves you, even through
All the drama, and all the trouble
She’s still there to hug you
She taught you bout the struggle
She taught you how to hustle
Place no one above you
There aint no love like ya mamas man
Nigga, I watched you from the project steps
Ya mama stressed, while u was out there holdin chrome
I was smoking bones loaded off the vodka and cess
Heard you bout to put a read dot on a nigga head
Cuz he snitched on ya man and had drama with the feds
Ya mama upset, she wants u to go to college instead
You ditchin school everyday, I seen you run the streets
Makein money in any way, getting niggas done for cheap
Grew a couple feet, runnin the underground, and all that’s underneath
A nigga bitter, but you lookin for somethin sweet
Don’t go home, cuz all ya problems never ceased
And ya mama’s up beat, she need a hit of somethin cheap
Your boy sold it to her had her fixing to get high
While yall was livin to get by, and yall aint even finished mid-high
And how could I forget why, so load up a cartridge
You either show love or heartless, in the thug and drug markets
A narcist, bout to de-part, from under your mamas arm pits
In a deep thought, I contemplated trying to keep her tears from flowin
Then the heat sparked, so keep watch another street moms
Lost her seed, shot up on the streets where she’d fiend rock
Indeed I seen shots, I never thought you bounce before ya moms
Everyday she cryin hard, yesterday they kicked her out the salon
Cuz her son is gone, and he was young, no doubt he strong
For real son, Ill be shoutin ya name out my mouth when its on