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Hey, baby, how you What's goin' on?
I'm sittin' in my cell, it's the same song
my kids that I love 'em
But don't 'em that I'm through
Keep an' tell 'em I'll be home soon

Oh, baby, I'm goin'
'Cos I keep seein' shit that me
Still, I had to kill a motherfucker week
He thought I was a
An' tried to up on me in my sleep

I just that 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' like
I might go psycho, the man on the tower got a
Aw, shit, the lights go

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 killer but I dat nigga

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

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

Now, everybody tellin' me you ain't shit black
An' when you get out, jack
An' probably go right the back
Damn, the pressure's hot an' heavy
An' yeah, I'm gettin' sweated by homey
In the blue an' Chevy

But now he's got a condo an' a brand new
Wants me to take a trip with him down to
The ends don't justify the
An' in another he might've been the man of my dreams

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

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

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

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

'Cos think about the times that we to have
Don't make me reach out an' that ass
You put in danger when you fuck with a buster
Like shootin' dice a pistol, in a circle of murderers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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