Chorus: Mama always told me
But my poppa never showed me
So I live the life a of thug
And all I wanna do is smoke weed, ride and sell drugs
Silkk:
Mama always told me it'll happen but she never told me when
She said it probably happen when I get much older
But I could've wished it could've happened then
Since I had my mind on getting money
Nigga I'm trying to get rich
Ma told me never trust these niggaz and umm never put your faith in a bitch
See I hang with a bunch of crazy armed villains
Nigga robbing sprees was stealing
Chop keys with drug dealers click like pistols with killers
The preacher tried to preach to me he couldn't preach to me
Teacher tried to teach me couldn't teach me
See I figured it out learn the hard way on my own
Cause nobody else out there could reach to me
They always told me I'd probably end up dead
Or in the pen
See me and P be some outcasts telling the rest of the family not to be like them
And see it was rough sometimes but it had to be
Enough tripping on stress nigga go head to the back and pass the weed
I ran wild deep in the game all for change
Nigga bitches wanna fuck me niggaz gone kill me but it's all in the game
See pop was to busy doing his own thang to try and show me
But ma told me
Silkk watch your paper at the top it gets lonely
Mama told me
Chorus: (2X)
C-Murder, Master P:
Toting guns on my side
No Limit niggaz gone ride
Paper chasing for millions
TRU niggaz won't die
Spent time for some dope
Nigga fuck being nroke
I lived my life on the ropes
So nigga fuck a po
I leave you dead with the buzzards
Real niggaz gone love us
We make crack with the dealers
And sell dope to the country
Outlaws and dealers
Tattoes and killers
Niggaz bout it with millions
Now the world gone feel us
I'm staying TRU to the game
Now bitches calling my name
Mama told me don't change
The ghetto blood in my veins
I got love for thugs
Never mix sex with drugs
My enemy in blood
When I become bury me a thug
Hennessy and weed be a baller dessert
T-shirts and khakies is how we work
Hipnotized by chains after fortune and fame
I roll 20's and thangs
Rolex and change
Chorus: (2X)
Eightball:
I'm from the edge, kill a nigga gone off coke
Brown sticky dope making niggaz turn on they folks
Ain't no rules fools rush in but don't come out
So many nigga round my way died running they mouth
Fairy tales all for children we ain't story book living
South streets be bloody from all the shooting and killing
Villains rob for similac and crack and smack
And its a fact all killers ain't inner city blacks
My homies have to serve on blocks that's hot with cops
With rocks and stacks and P packs to get they scraps
I don't knock it cause if my pockets start to lose weight
You can find me on I10 trying to move weight
My mama on her knees praying giving God her time
While I'm on the streets hustling grinding and getting what's mine
Am I wrong am I right, only God can determine
I can only live my life and life is for learning
Check it
Chorus: (4X)
Mama Always Told Me
Album: Charge It 2 Da Game
Chorus: Mama always told me
But my poppa never showed me
So I live the life a of thug
And all I wanna do is smoke weed, ride and sell drugs
Silkk:
Mama always told me it'll happen but she never told me when
She said it probably happen when I get much older
But I could've wished it could've happened then
Since I had my mind on getting money
Nigga I'm trying to get rich
Ma told me never trust these niggaz and umm never put your faith in a bitch
See I hang with a bunch of crazy armed villains
Nigga robbing sprees was stealing
Chop keys with drug dealers click like pistols with killers
The preacher tried to preach to me he couldn't preach to me
Teacher tried to teach me couldn't teach me
See I figured it out learn the hard way on my own
Cause nobody else out there could reach to me
They always told me I'd probably end up dead
Or in the pen
See me and P be some outcasts telling the rest of the family not to be like them
And see it was rough sometimes but it had to be
Enough tripping on stress nigga go head to the back and pass the weed
I ran wild deep in the game all for change
Nigga bitches wanna fuck me niggaz gone kill me but it's all in the game
See pop was to busy doing his own thang to try and show me
But ma told me
Silkk watch your paper at the top it gets lonely
Mama told me
Chorus: (2X)
C-Murder, Master P:
Toting guns on my side
No Limit niggaz gone ride
Paper chasing for millions
TRU niggaz won't die
Spent time for some dope
Nigga fuck being nroke
I lived my life on the ropes
So nigga fuck a po
I leave you dead with the buzzards
Real niggaz gone love us
We make crack with the dealers
And sell dope to the country
Outlaws and dealers
Tattoes and killers
Niggaz bout it with millions
Now the world gone feel us
I'm staying TRU to the game
Now bitches calling my name
Mama told me don't change
The ghetto blood in my veins
I got love for thugs
Never mix sex with drugs
My enemy in blood
When I become bury me a thug
Hennessy and weed be a baller dessert
T-shirts and khakies is how we work
Hipnotized by chains after fortune and fame
I roll 20's and thangs
Rolex and change
Chorus: (2X)
Eightball:
I'm from the edge, kill a nigga gone off coke
Brown sticky dope making niggaz turn on they folks
Ain't no rules fools rush in but don't come out
So many nigga round my way died running they mouth
Fairy tales all for children we ain't story book living
South streets be bloody from all the shooting and killing
Villains rob for similac and crack and smack
And its a fact all killers ain't inner city blacks
My homies have to serve on blocks that's hot with cops
With rocks and stacks and P packs to get they scraps
I don't knock it cause if my pockets start to lose weight
You can find me on I10 trying to move weight
My mama on her knees praying giving God her time
While I'm on the streets hustling grinding and getting what's mine
Am I wrong am I right, only God can determine
I can only live my life and life is for learning
Check it
Chorus: (4X)
Mama Always Told Me
Album: Charge It 2 Da Game
Chorus: Mama always told me
But my poppa never showed me
So I live the life a of thug
And all I wanna do is smoke weed, ride and sell drugs
Silkk:
Mama always told me it'll happen but she never told me when
She said it probably happen when I get much older
But I could've wished it could've happened then
Since I had my mind on getting money
Nigga I'm trying to get rich
Ma told me never trust these niggaz and umm never put your faith in a bitch
See I hang with a bunch of crazy armed villains
Nigga robbing sprees was stealing
Chop keys with drug dealers click like pistols with killers
The preacher tried to preach to me he couldn't preach to me
Teacher tried to teach me couldn't teach me
See I figured it out learn the hard way on my own
Cause nobody else out there could reach to me
They always told me I'd probably end up dead
Or in the pen
See me and P be some outcasts telling the rest of the family not to be like them
And see it was rough sometimes but it had to be
Enough tripping on stress nigga go head to the back and pass the weed
I ran wild deep in the game all for change
Nigga bitches wanna fuck me niggaz gone kill me but it's all in the game
See pop was to busy doing his own thang to try and show me
But ma told me
Silkk watch your paper at the top it gets lonely
Mama told me
Chorus: (2X)
C-Murder, Master P:
Toting guns on my side
No Limit niggaz gone ride
Paper chasing for millions
TRU niggaz won't die
Spent time for some dope
Nigga fuck being nroke
I lived my life on the ropes
So nigga fuck a po
I leave you dead with the buzzards
Real niggaz gone love us
We make crack with the dealers
And sell dope to the country
Outlaws and dealers
Tattoes and killers
Niggaz bout it with millions
Now the world gone feel us
I'm staying TRU to the game
Now bitches calling my name
Mama told me don't change
The ghetto blood in my veins
I got love for thugs
Never mix sex with drugs
My enemy in blood
When I become bury me a thug
Hennessy and weed be a baller dessert
T-shirts and khakies is how we work
Hipnotized by chains after fortune and fame
I roll 20's and thangs
Rolex and change
Chorus: (2X)
Eightball:
I'm from the edge, kill a nigga gone off coke
Brown sticky dope making niggaz turn on they folks
Ain't no rules fools rush in but don't come out
So many nigga round my way died running they mouth
Fairy tales all for children we ain't story book living
South streets be bloody from all the shooting and killing
Villains rob for similac and crack and smack
And its a fact all killers ain't inner city blacks
My homies have to serve on blocks that's hot with cops
With rocks and stacks and P packs to get they scraps
I don't knock it cause if my pockets start to lose weight
You can find me on I10 trying to move weight
My mama on her knees praying giving God her time
While I'm on the streets hustling grinding and getting what's mine
Am I wrong am I right, only God can determine
I can only live my life and life is for learning
Check it