Mama don't cry for me,
Papa don't feel bad,
cold on the street better gotta keep my bang to the bang back.
But I got my hood, my city, my brothers, family thats all I had yeaah ohoohoh yeah
(youuu)
Father if ur still listening we hope our prayers make it up to heaven and if we fall we are not forgotten don't let our little brothers end up like we did
let em grow up and get a job don't let em grow up behind bars trying be hard old father can u swiffen my feet (swiffen his feet) repin the wrong couler on the wrong street with no heat
rockin pickies and truckers, bandanas my brothers my haters or lovers we still got each other
we twist our hands up and pull our pants up walk this way flow ur flag and ur setup
mamma don't cry for me pappa don't feel bad cold on the streets better gotta keep my bang till the bang back
But we got our hood, our city, our brothers, family thats all we had u gotta cook beef or u don't eat and thats why we fly our flags
I heard ur mob and ur moody u jagin for jewlery u bangin and beastin with ur tats and ur toolies bangin for bounty ur to young for the ninties r u duppin with the g reps or jumpin in the county shootin by the roofin scrapin is wats happenin niggas wieldin baters sawwoombrra and the kraken if u goin out tonight get ur pistol and ur rifle pray to the father and sell ur soul to the cycle u comin nigga listen no bouncin and no bitchen cookin by the kitchen flags and finger flipen liven without growin killen without blowin this gang is a gun its either given or chosen tryin to get the triger straped tryin to get these niggas back worst part of the deal it wont help bring our nigger back tell ur babies that u love them kiss ur mamma before u leave her hug her like u need her case its the last time u see her
Mama don't cry for me,
Papa don't feel bad,
cold on the street better gotta keep my bang to the bang back.
But we got our hood, our city, our brothers, family thats all we had u gotta cook beef or u don't eat and thats why we fly our flags
these street are so slick there breezy as an eaighty feed the needy easy to murder if u hungry or greedy yes thats in grafity I mean we mean like eedy I mean I mean I feed the track a treedy and take my warrents to tahiti flow ur flags like soccer nothin but war on tv rp and patsy up in heavin in a platinum tipi agressive is the message no lessons wothout the effin bang bang
Papa don't feel bad,
cold on the street better gotta keep my bang to the bang back.
But I got my hood, my city, my brothers, family thats all I had yeaah ohoohoh yeah
(youuu)
Father if ur still listening we hope our prayers make it up to heaven and if we fall we are not forgotten don't let our little brothers end up like we did
let em grow up and get a job don't let em grow up behind bars trying be hard old father can u swiffen my feet (swiffen his feet) repin the wrong couler on the wrong street with no heat
rockin pickies and truckers, bandanas my brothers my haters or lovers we still got each other
we twist our hands up and pull our pants up walk this way flow ur flag and ur setup
mamma don't cry for me pappa don't feel bad cold on the streets better gotta keep my bang till the bang back
But we got our hood, our city, our brothers, family thats all we had u gotta cook beef or u don't eat and thats why we fly our flags
I heard ur mob and ur moody u jagin for jewlery u bangin and beastin with ur tats and ur toolies bangin for bounty ur to young for the ninties r u duppin with the g reps or jumpin in the county shootin by the roofin scrapin is wats happenin niggas wieldin baters sawwoombrra and the kraken if u goin out tonight get ur pistol and ur rifle pray to the father and sell ur soul to the cycle u comin nigga listen no bouncin and no bitchen cookin by the kitchen flags and finger flipen liven without growin killen without blowin this gang is a gun its either given or chosen tryin to get the triger straped tryin to get these niggas back worst part of the deal it wont help bring our nigger back tell ur babies that u love them kiss ur mamma before u leave her hug her like u need her case its the last time u see her
Mama don't cry for me,
Papa don't feel bad,
cold on the street better gotta keep my bang to the bang back.
But we got our hood, our city, our brothers, family thats all we had u gotta cook beef or u don't eat and thats why we fly our flags
these street are so slick there breezy as an eaighty feed the needy easy to murder if u hungry or greedy yes thats in grafity I mean we mean like eedy I mean I mean I feed the track a treedy and take my warrents to tahiti flow ur flags like soccer nothin but war on tv rp and patsy up in heavin in a platinum tipi agressive is the message no lessons wothout the effin bang bang