C‐Murder feat. Ms. Peaches Mama How You Figure Lyrics

The Truest Shit I Ever Said Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 My Life
  • 3 Skit
  • 4 Stressin'
  • 5 Won't Let Me Out
  • 6 Hustla's Wife
  • 7 Holla @ Me
  • 8 Skit
  • 9 Y'all Heard of Me
  • 10 Betta Watch Me
  • 11 Did U Hold It Down
  • 12 I Heard U Was Lookin' 4 Me
  • 13 Back Up
  • 14 Camouflage & Murder
  • 15 Started Small Time
  • 16 Mama How You Figure
  • 17 Outro

  • 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...
    Thanks to KrysisTRU@aol.com for submitting Mama How You Figure Lyrics.

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