Correction Paroles Mamma Cry par Birdman

Featuring(s) : Mystikal

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(Verse)
South to the runup rappers took up to
We don't wanna know how to do it
And they can't figure out what the f*ck you still love,
That nigga you are tryin to ruin
Probably cuz a nigga knows shit from sugar
And could see through what you doin
But you made that bed and you bathed that nigga so the mob will start a chewin
Talk nigga more cuz I know a legend I'm and the thing that we pursuin
Don't wanna liber, gotta go right now cuz I gotta face the music
Sky can all but be blue and calm
Specially with a storm blowin
Jet Li strong so you see a nigga full so you know we can make it through it
I know you're kinds hurt but don't let em see your sweat
Just act like it's nothing to it
They laughin right now but they gon cry later, wouldn't take it if it wasn't true
Come here baby, it's alright, stop boo-hooin
Daddy gon be back up that real real soon
Come here

(Hook)
Boy! Why you gotta make yo mamma cry?
Hah? Stay out the street cuz they really gon die
Yall feel
Chasin down the street but get with you won't die
Boy! Why you gotta make yo mamma cry?
Hah? Stay out the street cuz they really gon die
Come here
Come here, let me talk to yall
Come here, come here
Come here, let me talk to yall

(Verse)
Left by the building, hang out a get rider
Real, I'm straight up like a motherf*ckin pistol
I called but you been tied, rolled but you been like
Does a motherf*cker reckon tell er gesundheit?
Tell that motherf*cker you was in the big house
Tell the motherf*cker what you made up man
Tell the motherf*ckers how they used to treat you
Tell em what you gonna do when you get up
Shake them f*ckin streets, break them f*ckin beats
Knock that motherf*cker down, tear that bitch to pieces
Rappers in for the spot that I'm runnin
Nigga proud of the place that you hung in
Tell me who gon be gone for that long thing?
Get back on top of it and niggas never done that
Sure that was nothing but a setback
Show em just how a real nigga come back
Make him wish that he never would've did that
And the motherf*ckin niggas gon regret that
That dog gon have his day
You'll see that when it's over, her friend don't cry no more
Come nigga on dad soon

(Hook)
Boy! Why you gotta make yo mamma cry?
Hah? Stay out the street cuz that where you gon die
Yall feel
Chasin down the street but get with you won't die
Boy! Why you gotta make yo mamma cry?
Hah? Stay out the street cuz that where you gon die
Come here
Come here, let me talk to yall
Come here, come here
Come here, let me talk to yall

(Verse)
I'm scared hard like I always was
So I imagine if a nigga ain't have to leave
Wanted to call the motherf*cker that,
Even took the mic and I'll tell him where I be
Head this on where at the top of the pile at a height that you can't believe
And what you did and you didn't do
Do it, I gon really keep it between you and me
How the f*ck you ever dealt but you don't worth him and expect him not to leave?
How the f*ck you think you can cut a nigga that deep and expect him not to bleed?
I'm f*ckin him up, I got yo house when it be messy
To the broke with me now dip
Not many niggas can't catch me
But rap was there for me more than my closest homey
Never turned on me, fair not but I was hoping
I just want stuck a sucka, you ain't give a f*ck you waited
All that's over now, that alja baby

(Outro)
Ayo you new rappers
I told you class was in session
But this class was like in the 1940's
Where if you f*ck up and get raw
We put you over our f*ckin knee
And we beat the shit out of you
Mystikal
Still a f*ckin problem
You get it?
1940's
Old school class is in f*ckin session
Beatin yall niggas over the head

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