huh mama

, sugar pie, honey bum you know that i love guns, i can't help myself, can't keep that heat on the shelf, you knew i was a knucklehead, ever since you met me, i tried to do good for you, boo, but them streets wouldn't let me, you wanted a relationship, you was willing to chase it, i know you seen the pack i kept the ninas packed, but you just couldn't faced it, you mad they got me locked away, tell me are you leavin'? are you going away?, i put my trust in you to hold it down like claire huxtable, cuz i'm in love with you. i know all the shit that you did for me, are you willing to suffer for my stupidity?, huh ma? huh ma? huh mama?, i know all that shit that you did for me, but now that i'm locked is you troopin' the bid with me?, are you willing to suffer for my stupidity?, huh ma? huh ma? huh mama?, 9-5 i crime drive, pockets swellin' with stacks, my girl said keep sellin' them cracks you gon' dwell in them acs, i ignored her, knowin' she was only tellin' the facts, either that or get my melon cracked when the shell interact, but fuck it cuz i done been to hell and back, i feel my c-cipher sentences well intact, i'm developin' that, if i can just find a slumlord to sell us a shack, i'll set up shop with this dumb broad look elephant phat, where the fellaz is at?, sit, spark a l and chit chat, on how we can sell richter for fifty flat till they tell us it's wack, then we drop the price to fourty-three like they feel that it oughta be, in all re-al we still quadruple a quarter ki, unfortunately police caught me, the man i shot in the camelot tellin' the jailers where they escorted me,