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 nigga 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 fuck 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 niggas 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 fuck
We can all get buck, that`s my mentallity
I`ll bring you back to reality (Hey)
Keep it on the low-low
Pass 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 shit
I got a rowdy, rowdy clique
I`m stuck in the game, deep in the game
Fuck Fame, I Aint Never Gone Change.
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