I'm sittin' in my motherf***in' cell it's the same song
Tell my kids that I love em but don't tell em that I'm through
Keep cryin' and tell em I'll be home soon
Oh baby I'm goin' crazy
'Cause I keep seein' s*** that amaze me
Still I had to kill a motherf***er last week
He thought I was a punk and tried to creep up on me in my sleep
I just think that I could hold or squeeze or touch or buck ya
but I can't, so f*** it
I'm a behind these bars and it's burnin' like nitro
I might go psycho, the man on the tower got a rifle
Aw s***, there the lights go....
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (damn)
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (y'know)
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killer
but I love dat n****
What's happenin' honey?
How you doin'?
I miss you
The kids keep askin' where's their papa?
I had to tell em daddy got caught by the coppers
It's time for me to raise em up proper by myself
It's a goddamn struggle when a b**** ain't got no help
Now everybody tellin' me that you ain't s*** black
and when you get out, you'll jack and probably go right the f*** back
Damn, the pressure's gettin' hot and heavy
and yeah, I'm gettin' sweated by your homey in the blue and white Chevy
But now he's got a condo and a brand new Lexus
Wants me to take a trip with him down to Texas
The ends don't justify the means
and in another life he might've been the man of my dreams
But you know I got your back to the motherf***in end
but a b**** can't even trip like she doesn't have a friend
(Hello, you have a collect call from...)
(If you choose to accept this call please press 5 now)
What the f*** you mean you need a friend?
I can't be havin' no n****s round my kids
Don't you make me break up outta this motherf***er
and start killin' motherf***ers, S***!
I know it's rough, I know it's tough
but when you fumble in the game sometimes you get locked up
You better stay away punk a** b****, he ain't s***
I don't want to have to kill him
'Cause think about the times that we used to have
Don't make me reach out and touch that a**
You put yourself in danger when you f*** with a buster
Like shootin' dice without a pistol in a circle of murderers
You got more class than the average-type hooker b****
Don't switch, he gotta grip but he ain't rich
Now I gotta check but if you've got the cheque
Give a n**** a look and put somethin' on my books
Ah-yo remember the homey with the Lexus, he took the trip to Texas
now he's wearin' the f***in Lexus like a necklace
So tell me, what's the drill, baby pa? What's a b**** to do?
My n****'s stretched in the pen since '92
Them visits ain't doin' the trick, drop f***s make me sick
'Cause this po' puddy-tat needs a cat nip
And that motherf***er representin' you, I think he resents you
He got evidence he never presents to
The people in court, I heard witnesses abortin'
What's he doin' about gettin' you out to hold the fort?
I got some ends, I'm a send you a dime and two doves
Mama hates you but damn I got love for a gangsta
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"Mama I'm in Love Wit a Gangsta" as written by Jr. Ivey Artis L.
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