C-Murder

C-Murder - Mama How You Figure lyrics

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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.





Chorus 2x



Mama how you figure 

I'm a nigga destined for pain

Ms. Peaches(You Ain't never gonna change)



My future's gettin' dem

My chances gettin' slim

I'm steady rappin' 

And they (steady attackin')

Will I forever be behind bars, Lookin' out the window

I'm thikin' bout my kinfolk

I'm in the Courthouse, Starin' at the D.A.

Lookin' for some leadway, lookin' for a free day

But the color of my skin, realy did me in

But I'm still proud

To be the black man standin' in the croud

I REPRESENT THAT,whom never resent that

You could put a needle in my arm

And life still goes on

I be's a TRU nigga, til' I'm dead

Even with the police and they money on my head

I be duckin' from the FED's

They be trippin' on my lady

Takin' pictures of my bed and the way I lay my head

Did you heard what I said?!

The game ain't the same no more

Nigga's done changed

Ya best friend a bust ya brains

Or they'll take a stand

To lessin' they charge boy

If that's ya fall partner

You gone fall partner

It's coo Playboy, I Feel Ya Pain

I'm still in chains

And I STILL DIDN'T CHANGE

But they don't here me though....





Chorus 



Mama how you figure 

I'm a nigga destined for pain

Ms. Peaches(You Ain't never gonna change)



Ms. Peaches



Somebody tell me why, why they wanna take my place

Cause he ain't never, never gonnna chaaannge...
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