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Hey, baby, how you What's goin' on?
I'm sittin' in my cell, it's the same song
Tell my kids I love 'em
But tell 'em that I'm through
Keep cryin' an' tell 'em be home soon

Oh, baby, I'm crazy
'Cos I keep seein' shit that me
Still, I had to kill a last week
He I was a punk
An' tried to creep up on me in my

I just think I could hold or squeeze or touch
Or buck ya but I can't, so it
I'm behind these bars an' it's burnin' nitro
I might go psycho, the man on the got a rifle
Aw, shit, the lights go

Mama, I'm in love wit a
Mama, I'm in wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in wit a gangsta
An' I know a killer but I love dat nigga

Hey baby, happenin', honey?
How you I miss you

The kids keep askin' where's their
I had to tell 'em got caught by the coppers
It's time for me to 'em up proper, by myself
It's a struggle when a bitch ain't got no help

Now, everybody tellin' me that you shit black
An' you get out, you'll jack
An' probably go right the fuck
Damn, the gettin' hot an' heavy
An' yeah, I'm sweated by your homey
In the an' white Chevy

But now got a condo an' a brand new Lexus
Wants me to take a with him down to Texas
The ends don't the means
An' in another life he might've the man of my dreams

But you know I got your back to the end
But a bitch can't even trip like she doesn't a friend

Mama, I'm in wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a
Mama, I'm in love wit a
An' I know he's a killer but I dat nigga

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What the fuck you you need a friend?
I can't be havin' no niggas 'round my
Don't you make me break up outta motherfucker
An' start motherfuckers, shit

I know rough, I know it's tough
But when you fumble in the game, you get locked up
You better stay from that punk ass bitch
He ain't shit, I wanna have to kill him

'Cos think about the that we used to have
Don't make me reach out an' that ass
You put yourself in danger you fuck with a buster
shootin' dice without a pistol, in a circle of murderers

You got more than the average type hooker, bitch
Don't switch, he gotta grip but he ain't
Now I gotta but if you've got the check
Give a nigga a look an' put on my books, peace

Mama, I'm in wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a
Mama, I'm in wit a gangsta
An' I know he's a but I love dat nigga

Aiyo, remember the homey with the
He the trip to Texas
Now wearin' the fuckin' Lexus like a necklace
So me, what's the drill, baby pa? What's a bitch to do?
My nigga's stretched in the pen '92

Them visits ain't the trick, drop fucks make me sick
'Cos this po' tat needs a cat nip
An' that motherfucker you, I think he resents you
He got evidence he never to

The people in court, I heard witnesses
What's he doin' about gettin' you out to hold the
I got ends, I'ma send you a dime an' two doves
Mama hates you but damn, I got love for a

Mama, I'm in wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a
An' I know he's a but I love dat nigga

Mama, I'm in love wit a
Mama, I'm in wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in wit a gangsta
An' I he's a killer