Clipse - Momma I'm So Sorry lyrics

(Gather round...) (Miami Vice...for my c**aine dreamers...you kno...Miami Vice) (...Pusha spit this sh** for ya'll...here we go) (Pusha T) youngin' don't make my sales rise, i'll shoot you out your chuckers pusha hear the whispers of all you muthaf**kers papa said they're free of thems s**as, minus the wicked jumpers, street baller like the rucker skip to my loo, if you lookin for a couple, roosters in the duffle keep the hood screamin', co*k-a-doodle-doo f**kers coke by the ton, rap n***as i'm the one with basic rhyme pattern, how the f**k you tryin' to chatter basic a** rappers got'em runnin' for their life i philosophise about glocks and keys n***as call me young black socrates, west-indies b**h dropped her knees quick.... (what) with dreams of being a rich-man's-b**h yo sorry for n***as pull triggers in their sh**, clique so many bullets changin'-my sh**, call me lead fist ...shake the diamonds out my wrist (Chorus) Momma I'm so sorry, i'm so obnoxious i don't fear tubs and crocket Momma I'm so sorry, i'm so obnoxious got two hot rocks in my pocket Momma I'm so sorry, i'm so obnoxious big whole palm trees and watches Momma I'm so sorry, i'm so obnoxious my only accomplish, my conscience (Gather around...) (Malice) youngin' learn from me, let's...not be at odds with more like than not, two peas of a pod same hustle cept now my hustles now flows i once gave it away, at 30 grams an O that accounts for all them days in the cold feels like kids 'n' cake mix, can't wait to lick the bowl but it's a bigger picture, homes, trust i've done seen it from frankfurt to cologne, eyes low to sweden from italy's milan to the shores of napoli now i consider ferrari and Salvidor Dalis i'm no longer local,my thoughts are global that's why i seem distant, son expand your vision even adored by Norwegian women, blond hair and blue eyes i'm gettin' back like a vengeance whip it like they want me all attached to the kitten and they wonder in these rap if i'm kiddin (Chorus) (...Miami Vice...) (Pusha T) sorry heavenly father, once again i hate to bother it's p, the evil creeper, send some to the grim reaper mean while, me and my misses, like solomon and sheba signs of the times, hurte emmillo gucci sneakers uh..ghetto literature, i damn near died for balliva it don't take much to get ride of ya, if i sent for ya better call the minister...uckk (Malice) i'm sorry grandmamma, for mistakes i have made when i aired family business, how u put me in my place even my baby mamma, i can't look you in the face 'cause i can't do enough, you're a symbol of god's grace so i place u in the flower bed, porcelain shower head throughout the house, and keep the youngin's mouth fed so when i'm gone, i hope i gave structure to the youth by the example that i led (Chorus) (...Miami Vice...)