C-murder - Mama How You Figure lyrics

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C-murder - Mama How You Figure lyrics

Cut ya speaka's up Come check out that gutta music Rough, Rugged, Raw Uncut Where you at Los? (It's Murda) Chorus 2x Mama how you figure I'm a n***a destined for pain Ms. Peaches(You Ain't never gonna change) Verse 1: Up early in the mornin' Runnin' out the crack house The Grimm Reaper, tried to blow my back out (You feel me) Is there a Heaven for a Thug with Thug ways I'm searchin' for some better days Pappa was a Rollin' Stone, Pappa wasn't home Me, moms and the kids stuck at home I said f** that, I'mma get paid I'mma get me a ticket to the streets And work my way to a Key Cause I'ma HUSTLA, JACK OF THE JACKA'S Make moves with Thugs Make moves where n***as show me love I'm from NEW ORLEANS, where we be ballin' Listen to the lyrics boy THE STREETS BE CALLIN' Some on the set tryin' to set me up and wet me up But these days I be's like I don't give a f** We can all get buck, that's my mentallity I'll bring you back to reality (Hey) Keep it on the low-low Pa** me the dow-dow Disrespect boy, that's a no-no I see through you You use to be TRU to TRU to you but never TRU to TRU Keep it real, guard yo grill I do em' like Mike Vick I'm on some Bout It, Bout It sh** I got a rowdy, rowdy clique I'm stuck in the game, deep in the game f** Fame, I Aint Never Gone Change. Chorus 2x Mama how you figure I'm a n***a destined for pain Ms. Peaches(You Ain't never gonna change) My future's gettin' dem My chances gettin' slim I'm steady rappin' And they (steady attackin') Will I forever be behind bars, Lookin' out the window I'm thikin' bout my kinfolk I'm in the Courthouse, Starin' at the D.A. Lookin' for some leadway, lookin' for a free day But the color of my skin, realy did me in But I'm still proud To be the black man standin' in the croud I REPRESENT THAT,whom never resent that You could put a needle in my arm And life still goes on I be's a TRU n***a, til' I'm dead Even with the police and they money on my head I be duckin' from the FED's They be trippin' on my lady Takin' pictures of my bed and the way I lay my head Did you heard what I said?! The game ain't the same no more n***a's done changed Ya best friend a bust ya brains Or they'll take a stand To lessin' they charge boy If that's ya fall partner You gone fall partner It's coo Playboy, I Feel Ya Pain I'm still in chains And I STILL DIDN'T CHANGE But they don't here me though.... Chorus Mama how you figure I'm a n***a destined for pain Ms. Peaches(You Ain't never gonna change) Ms. Peaches Somebody tell me why, why they wanna take my place Cause he ain't never, never gonnna chaaannge...

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