C-murder Mama How You Figure Lyrics

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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