Troy Ave
Troy Ave - Mama Tears songtekst
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Turn me up a lil' bit The dope game hard, the rap game easy Industry niggas so motherf**kin sleazy In the streets niggas 'gon try you if it's easy Leave you like a bitch on a period bleedin Real respect real almost in any case When the fake get involved it turn to a murder case Behind every death, it's a sucker in the mix Sucker niggas get a real nigga in some deep shit For instance Glenn, did different with Ben Glenn told him get a chick I gotta check for ten And hit shorty with two, if she clear in a week Then it's eight bands left we split four grand a piece Long story long Glenn jerked him instead f**ked the bitch and count up and withdrew all of the bread Ben caught him slippin put the slammer to his head Took his jewels took it to the pawn shit was just led Faker than the three dollar bill he wish he killed Glenn sped back to his block right up the hill Told the OG Butta, from the hood what happened But he left out the part, 'bout him snakin and rappin Said I was just chillin on Rutland, 'bout to kick it with a bitch Then this hatin nigga Ben, ran up on me with some shit I told the nigga if he 'gon pull it, then he better kill me! Butta said what happened? Nigga took all your jewelry Nah I ain't with it today, I kept it light That nigga can't shoot anyway, so I'm aight But he f**ked up now, 'cause I know where he be Matter fact big homey, won't you ride with me?! Now Butta in the car, he don't play that shit And he fittin to put a hole in a nigga With his fo' fifth eight shot head trigger There he go right there pull up a lil' nearer I'm a get out, meet me on the corner stay on the right Glenn said cool big homey, I got you aight Ben ain't even seen it comin he caught that body with ease And Glenn saw some people comin he thought it was the d's But it wasn't, and he drove off But he hit the corner lookin like is this boy lost? Now it's sirens, gun in hand lookin violent He fit the description police just got the firin, now he gone And the moral of the story is, f**kin with suckers could get your mother tears And the moral of the story is, when you f**k with them suckers could get your mother tears This is my song, you can't defend wrong, You can't defend wrong, Maybe you'll listen if I put it in a, song, song, song, song Maybe you'll listen if I put it in a, song, song, song, song, you can't defend wrong The rap game hard, the dope game easy Industry niggas so motherf**kin sleazy In the streets niggas 'gon try you if it's easy Leave you like a bitch on a period bleedin Real respect real almost in any case When the fake get involved it turn to a murder case Real respect real almost in any case When the fake get involved it turn to a murder case