Blazing track and once again the deuce shows why he is the most vivid game spitter in the game
This somg is based on frustration ventilation
Chorus: Dear Mama, Dear Mama/ life got me stressed out smoking this marijuana/ is this all life has to offer/ 38. Revolvers/ ski mask, crack, and armed robbers/
Mama, Mama /Life got me stressed out smoking this marijuana/ is this all life has to offer/ 38. Revolvers,/ ski mask, crack, and armed robbers/.
1st Verse: Its imported/ you can snorted/ on my track and recorded/ two dollars a wop so all you cats can afforded/ and when you get a dose you will get addicted/ to the way I spitted/ its kind of wicked/ the way I flip it/ fuck what you heard /I’m selling my own cd’s/ but when the cops see me/ they pull me over like I’m smuggling a trunk full of birds/ I see the fiends on the curb/ and they think I’m superb/ up in the studio gone off that drink and some herb/ I got my nigga black/ cooking up tracks/ similar to cooking up crack/ and I’m a hit you like a missile when I rap/ even og’s o.d./ with their pistols in their lap/ I can show you where its at/ I can roll you up a sack/ and for you haters I already loaded up my strap/ I exploded on a track/ came back/ to the trap/ I got stab in the back/ by a rat/ who told the laws that I sold them crack,/ crack /this is dope and you know its dope/ man we steady blowing smoke/ rap is the ticket for some niggas that there only hope/ foaming out the mouth like you got the holy ghost/ preach it to the pope/ its no secrete that I’m dope/ but muthafuckers you can keep it on the low/ (Yea!) but muthafuckers you can keep it on the low /( Yea !) but muthafuckers you can keep it on the low/( Yea!) but mutha fuckers you can keep it on the low/
Chorus: Dear Mama, Dear Mama/ life got me stressed out smoking this marijuana/ is this all life has to offer/ 38. Revolvers/ ski mask, crack, and armed robbers/
Mama, Mama/ Life got me stressed out smoking this marijuana /is this all life has to offer/ 38. Revolvers/, ski mask, crack, and armed robbers./
2nd Verse: I’m doing it like it should be done/I just begun/ I’m crushing’em/ I formulate when I’m rocking my disc got my chips/ locked in a safe got socked in the face/ with a hard blow fell to the ground cant stop those/ maniac the God knows/ how to put it down with a tight flow/ complimented by a raw/ beat they all weak/ I’m dealing with a shorty cause I don’t fuck around with tall freak/ fucking hem bitches in palm beach/ its William High in a Cadillac/ with three cats/ and a fat sack/ strap with a black gat down to clown/ cause niggas be tripping when you out of town/ check out the sound it makes you want to sit back and smoke up the bud/ quit holding a grudge/ we roll in the club/ and them broads be showing us love/ I’m dirty raw/ funky like dirty draws/ when I’m serving yall/ you know how it goes /check out the flow/ first of all/ what up dog/ you boo boo/ gonna make me put a curse on you just like some voo doo/ I’m a warrior like Shaka you fucking with a young black Zulu/
Chorus: Dear Mama, Dear Mama/ life got me stressed out smoking this marijuana/ is this all life has to offer/ 38. Revolvers/ ski mask, crack, and armed robbers/
Mama, Mama/ Life got me stressed out smoking this marijuana /is this all life has to offer/ 38. Revolvers/, ski mask, crack, and armed robbers./
3rd Verse: I keep my nine and my 44. always on fucking deck/ yall nigggas don’t want know static with me I will break your fucking neck/ you aint heard nothing yet/ these piranhas that I got will probley eat your flesh/ have you ever seen a punk ass nigga like you get beat to death/ with your brain smashed/ nigga looking like he was a victim of a plane crash/ you aint bad/ wanna go to war like a Jew that’s banging with an Arab/ I stay mad/ got to knock this chip off/ now they wannna try to cut my dick off/ thought it was a rip off/ the way that I did yall/ you ran right into a muthafucking brick wall/ banged up cause I’m dealing with the same stuff/ yalll niggas aint changed up/ look on my walls you see all