Mama How You Figure – C-murder – letras

Cut ya speaka’s upCome check out that gutta musicRough, Rugged, Raw UncutWhere you at Los? (It’s Murda)Chorus 2xMama how you figureI’m a nigga destined for painMs. Peaches(You Ain’t never gonna change)Verse 1:Up early in the mornin’Runnin’ out the crack houseThe Grimm Reaper, tried to blow my back out(You feel me)Is there a Heaven for a Thug with Thug waysI’m searchin’ for some better daysPappa was a Rollin’ Stone, Pappa wasn’t homeMe, moms and the kids stuck at homeI said fuck that, I’mma get paidI’mma get me a ticket to the streetsAnd work my way to a KeyCause I’ma HUSTLA, JACK OF THE JACKA’SMake moves with ThugsMake moves where niggas show me loveI’m from NEW ORLEANS, where we be ballin’Listen to the lyrics boyTHE STREETS BE CALLIN’Some on the set tryin’ to set me up and wet me upBut these days I be’s like I don’t give a fuckWe can all get buck, that’s my mentallityI’ll bring you back to reality (Hey)Keep it on the low-lowPass me the dow-dowDisrespect boy, that’s a no-noI see through youYou use to be TRU toTRU to you but never TRU to TRUKeep it real, guard yo grillI do em’ like Mike VickI’m on some Bout It, Bout It shitI got a rowdy, rowdy cliqueI’m stuck in the game, deep in the gameFuck Fame, I Aint Never Gone Change.Chorus 2xMama how you figureI’m a nigga destined for painMs. Peaches(You Ain’t never gonna change)My future’s gettin’ demMy chances gettin’ slimI’m steady rappin’And they (steady attackin’)Will I forever be behind bars, Lookin’ out the windowI’m thikin’ bout my kinfolkI’m in the Courthouse, Starin’ at the D.A.Lookin’ for some leadway, lookin’ for a free dayBut the color of my skin, realy did me inBut I’m still proudTo be the black man standin’ in the croudI REPRESENT THAT,whom never resent thatYou could put a needle in my armAnd life still goes onI be’s a TRU nigga, til’ I’m deadEven with the police and they money on my headI be duckin’ from the FED’sThey be trippin’ on my ladyTakin’ pictures of my bed and the way I lay my headDid you heard what I said?!The game ain’t the same no moreNigga’s done changedYa best friend a bust ya brainsOr they’ll take a standTo lessin’ they charge boyIf that’s ya fall partnerYou gone fall partnerIt’s coo Playboy, I Feel Ya PainI’m still in chainsAnd I STILL DIDN’T CHANGEBut they don’t here me though….ChorusMama how you figureI’m a nigga destined for painMs. Peaches(You Ain’t never gonna change)Ms. Peaches