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Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife<br />Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto<br />Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes<br />Mama she don't know, I gotta get mine whoah, gotta get mine<br /><br />I'm livin in the age of di chronic, 40 ounce & blunts<br />the type of dis a women allah know ah stunts<br />now I got to wear Versace just to get a gal to watch me<br />an it ain't no sunshine, how can I get mine?<br />Why I sell myself for modern day slavery<br />now I'm doin' LP's for 5cent royalties<br />Mama can ya save ya son? All these leeches over me<br />feel like gathering my duns, gettin all our guns<br />count it down 3, 2, 1, come down Mad Lion!<br /><br />(mad lion)<br />yo yo roll a spliff....what, yeah!<br />Di night is young, We all got our guns<br />who's down to go commit a robbery? A robbery...<br />I gotcha block on lock soliciting private stocks of trees<br />direct in boat from di West Indies<br />Jamaica, experience it just break ya<br />smoke it inna ya blunts, Philly leaves are ya paper<br />I tell it, into my sensimilla place, my bodega<br />here I got all type of flavor<br />distribution major, no dealer can match me equal<br />niggaz buy my mixes, sell it as dimes to the people<br /><br />[hook]<br />Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife<br />Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto<br />Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes<br />Mama she don't know, I gotta get mine whoah, gotta get mine<br /><br />When I was six I recieved my nines as a birthday gift<br />pray ya Lord if ya see my nines<br />it's enough to make any grown man cry...<br />Now mama nevah tell me policeman would arrest me<br />even thought I without catch me an den try ti waan me ???<br />dey give up ?? swarm me, recruit me to di army guy tell me<br />I found out these things by my lonely. Well, well<br />x amount of things lead to see ya get dead<br />livin on dem greed ya get shot, knot dem face<br />dem wanna lose dem life an weh say willed argument<br />dey body all up pulpit cement, well well.<br /><br />??? get sense in a fuckin situation<br />everybody know say I man nev' run from provocation<br />the way things are run now the yout up inna possession<br />fuck around an us ?? inna point on, black Talon
New song lyrics
Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife<br />Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto<br />Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes<br />Mama she don't know, I gotta get mine whoah, gotta get mine<br /><br />I'm livin in the age of di chronic, 40 ounce & blunts<br />the type of dis a women allah know ah stunts<br />now I got to wear Versace just to get a gal to watch me<br />an it ain't no sunshine, how can I get mine?<br />Why I sell myself for modern day slavery<br />now I'm doin' LP's for 5cent royalties<br />Mama can ya save ya son? All these leeches over me<br />feel like gathering my duns, gettin all our guns<br />count it down 3, 2, 1, come down Mad Lion!<br /><br />(mad lion)<br />yo yo roll a spliff....what, yeah!<br />Di night is young, We all got our guns<br />who's down to go commit a robbery? A robbery...<br />I gotcha block on lock soliciting private stocks of trees<br />direct in boat from di West Indies<br />Jamaica, experience it just break ya<br />smoke it inna ya blunts, Philly leaves are ya paper<br />I tell it, into my sensimilla place, my bodega<br />here I got all type of flavor<br />distribution major, no dealer can match me equal<br />niggaz buy my mixes, sell it as dimes to the people<br /><br />[hook]<br />Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife<br />Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto<br />Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes<br />Mama she don't know, I gotta get mine whoah, gotta get mine<br /><br />When I was six I recieved my nines as a birthday gift<br />pray ya Lord if ya see my nines<br />it's enough to make any grown man cry...<br />Now mama nevah tell me policeman would arrest me<br />even thought I without catch me an den try ti waan me ???<br />dey give up ?? swarm me, recruit me to di army guy tell me<br />I found out these things by my lonely. Well, well<br />x amount of things lead to see ya get dead<br />livin on dem greed ya get shot, knot dem face<br />dem wanna lose dem life an weh say willed argument<br />dey body all up pulpit cement, well well.<br /><br />??? get sense in a fuckin situation<br />everybody know say I man nev' run from provocation<br />the way things are run now the yout up inna possession<br />fuck around an us ?? inna point on, black Talon
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