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Yeah, y'all know what time it is |
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This ya boy |
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P. Troy checkin in |
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And we doin this one, for all the mothers |
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For them gangsta boys, gangsta lil' girls |
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Doin time in this system, y'all know how it go |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah (c'mon) [Chorus: x2] |
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Hey mama, |
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I'm writin you from jail |
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Them crackers got me ****ed up, they got me in a cell |
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I know you disappointed, and |
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I apologize |
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Don't want no visitation |
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I don't wanna see yo eyes [Verse 1:] |
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Yeah, hey mama, |
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I hope you all good |
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I guess I'm doin fine, |
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I just miss the hood |
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I got a little time but |
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I took it like a man |
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But it ain't the end, |
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I'll get another chance |
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You always told me bout the company |
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I kept I guess that |
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I'm a victim of the hood that |
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I rep A Southside gangsta facin five to the do' |
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Before they took me, |
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I had to let 'em know [Chorus x2 [Verse 2:] |
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Yeah, hey mama, |
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I know you probably sad |
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But holler at my siblings, holler at my dad |
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Tell everybody that |
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I'm doin just fine |
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And I'm in here because my life was on the line |
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Mama, niggas hatin when your pockets get straight |
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They think that they can rob, they think that they can take |
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They thinkin that your fake cause they see you on |
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T.V. Surprise for them suckas, don't ever try me |
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I had to let it bang, |
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I had to let it pop |
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I had to let it sang, |
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I had to make 'em drop |
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And if I wouldn't have shot then |
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I'd probably been the victim |
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That .40 cal. glock first |
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I cock then |
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I hit 'em |
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They got me down here |
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Right Street 7th floor |
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Ain't nothin |
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I can change |
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I just go with the flow |
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I'm feelin kinda low, but |
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I guess I'll be straight |
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Just hit the lawyer up and try to rush the court date [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] |
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Yeah, verse 3, verse 3 |
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Hey mama, they shipped me off to prison |
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A home cooked meal only thang that |
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I'm missin |
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So holler at my girl, so holler at my son |
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And tell 'em that |
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I'm sorry for the wrong that he done |
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Maybe this could've been avoided but |
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I'd doubt it |
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All I can do is write another rap about it |
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And try to stay 'sane, it's all in the game |
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When some here for killing, when some here for 'caine |
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When some here for chilling wrong place wrong time |
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When some here situation just like mine |
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But I have no regrets, it could've been worse |
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I could've been dead if |
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I didn't bust first |
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So mama, I hope that |
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I'm forgiven |
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I write you everyday while |
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I'm chillin off in prison |
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I'm tryin to get religion, |
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I'm tryin to do better |
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With all my love, til' |
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I write your next letter, your son [Chorus x4] |
