Now you dun heard a lot of talk bout me and my niggaz Them outlaw world-wide my figures. From triumph to tragedy, To right back on top the niggaz still mad at me. For pushin that big truck on 24's a square feet in ATL game lock draw Man that's what my nigga got shot for, Being to mothafuckin raw for these fuck boys. See the darkness see the light he wanna feel it Misery loves company And that's the real shit But in 2005 im on some kill shit Four niggaz sneak upon me and peel this. I'm takin a stand with a mic at hand all killa, like em niggaz in pakistan It's simple, gotta get em fore' I die like the old west see how we low tex da ride.
[Chorus:] I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me. Now your baby dun became a G. When i'm out in them streets the only one that got me is me. I keep my hand upon my heat. Cause you know mama, you didn't raise no bitch so if a nigga wanna get at me I be out in them streets, my thang cocked Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me Real talk.
Everyday is a new challenge I'm a savage in my new balance A lot of rappers but not enough raw talent Blame the machine but fuck it i'm a hustla bitch So we started our own label sellin' bricks lajit Power to the people A lot of power in my pencil We da hope for the hopeless A voice for the voiceless Outlaw soldiers, we still in the game Years later less members fucking feelin the same. Straight from the heart makin em walk Live for the day dont wait for tomorrow Hatas gettin they wrong I seen tha streets rap Rounda tough with some niggaz I seen prison put religion in the roughs of some niggaz. They say gangtaz dont live that long Too many turn-coals Thats fucked up puttin cuffs on your folks Coincidental the outlawz instrumental And raisin a thug nation we influential
[Chorus:] I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me. Now your baby dun became a G. When i'm out in them streets the only one that got me is me. I keep my hand upon my heat. Cause you know mama, you didn't raise no bitch so if a nigga wanna get at me I be out in them streets, my thang cocked Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me Real talk.
Yea, My mother aint made no sucka Raised in the gutta I'm a made muthafucka. All I know is get paid mothafucka All day mothafucka One way or anotha And aint no body no where that can stop me Call me ocky you tennis im hockey Mix a little bit of pocky-ocky with black rocky in my pocks you got me. Real tall I never took a shall unless it was support Im stressin aint my thought And I walk these dogs im a soldier dontcha wanna be like me when you grow up? A man of honor commer Good calma Niggaz wants drama I got the problem solva Big ass Cig, Thats that shit plus the bully that a fully automatic.
[Chorus:] I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me. Now your baby dun became a G. When i'm out in them streets the only one that got me is me. I keep my hand upon my heat. Cause you know mama, you didn't raise no bitch so if a nigga wanna get at me I be out in them streets, my thang cocked Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me Real talk.