Mama praying that I change
I can't mama it's attached to my name
She just told me baby don't you slip in the rain
Back in 05 in the jects hustling hard wit the cane
Murder rate was high upping shit for the gang
Really in field we ain't playing no Games
Coming thru wet don't need no drain
Even with a lil change I'll never change
03 95 pounds with a .45
Thugg'n in a city where the skinny niggas die
But not me, taught u to walk wit it out on feet
U don't gotta get ready just up it and make him R.I.P
Back to the hood y'all can shoot dice, I'ma watch the street
Anything look faulty that fall on me
Ima blow all this gas until the clip fall on E
My brother hid me in his mama house
She ask do I want something to eat
This my beat respond to it like PD
Name one time Choppa ducked smoke, I'll die in the streets
I'll ride in the streets, cook tops when it's beef
I don't gotta pay a soul you know the pack gone go
Hot shells get to kicking blow yo back thru ya coat
Still tripping think about my folks- up a score
This shit ain't for the internet im kicking in your door
Thugg'n to the end for kool shrimp and Bo
Mama praying that I change
I can't mama it's attached to my name
She just told me baby don't you slip in the rain
Back in 05 in the jects hustling hard wit the cane
Murder rate was high upping shit for the gang
Really in field we ain't playing no Games
Coming thru wet don't need no drain
Even with a lil change I'll never change
Conversation with sed he told me we to deep
Can't be f*ck wit the in the streets
But keep ya lil heat
It get cold in the deep
I remember lurking in that Jeep
Veg voice when he speak
We put in work we the elite
To many Killa's around arguing about who gone take a seat
Y'all can go first we a double back once they clear the scene
Can't put a hold on this murder game cuz we moving to mean
Reflecting on a few hits that was done so clean
Really getting money running real machines
Ran outta bags for coke and sacks for trees
He just brought the fully in empty I got bag for heem
Congratulate the team but we ain't gone post no meme
Gotta get back to the money yea this bass rock cream
Hood still jumping we the dream team
Got lil pits that's ready to shake sum all week
Thru em some advice you can never be broke wit a piece
Choppa Pete - Mama Praying Lyrics
Choppa Pete - Mama Praying Lyrics
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Mama praying that I change
I can't mama it's attached to my name
She just told me baby don't you slip in the rain
Back in 05 in the jects hustling hard wit the cane
Murder rate was high upping shit for the gang
Really in field we ain't playing no Games
Coming thru wet don't need no drain
Even with a lil change I'll never change
03 95 pounds with a .45
Thugg'n in a city where the skinny niggas die
But not me, taught u to walk wit it out on feet
U don't gotta get ready just up it and make him R.I.P
Back to the hood y'all can shoot dice, I'ma watch the street
Anything look faulty that fall on me
Ima blow all this gas until the clip fall on E
My brother hid me in his mama house
She ask do I want something to eat
This my beat respond to it like PD
Name one time Choppa ducked smoke, I'll die in the streets
I'll ride in the streets, cook tops when it's beef
I don't gotta pay a soul you know the pack gone go
Hot shells get to kicking blow yo back thru ya coat
Still tripping think about my folks- up a score
This shit ain't for the internet im kicking in your door
Thugg'n to the end for kool shrimp and Bo
Mama praying that I change
I can't mama it's attached to my name
She just told me baby don't you slip in the rain
Back in 05 in the jects hustling hard wit the cane
Murder rate was high upping shit for the gang
Really in field we ain't playing no Games
Coming thru wet don't need no drain
Even with a lil change I'll never change
Conversation with sed he told me we to deep
Can't be f*ck wit the in the streets
But keep ya lil heat
It get cold in the deep
I remember lurking in that Jeep
Veg voice when he speak
We put in work we the elite
To many Killa's around arguing about who gone take a seat
Y'all can go first we a double back once they clear the scene
Can't put a hold on this murder game cuz we moving to mean
Reflecting on a few hits that was done so clean
Really getting money running real machines
Ran outta bags for coke and sacks for trees
He just brought the fully in empty I got bag for heem
Congratulate the team but we ain't gone post no meme
Gotta get back to the money yea this bass rock cream
Hood still jumping we the dream team
Got lil pits that's ready to shake sum all week
Thru em some advice you can never be broke wit a piece
I can't mama it's attached to my name
She just told me baby don't you slip in the rain
Back in 05 in the jects hustling hard wit the cane
Murder rate was high upping shit for the gang
Really in field we ain't playing no Games
Coming thru wet don't need no drain
Even with a lil change I'll never change
03 95 pounds with a .45
Thugg'n in a city where the skinny niggas die
But not me, taught u to walk wit it out on feet
U don't gotta get ready just up it and make him R.I.P
Back to the hood y'all can shoot dice, I'ma watch the street
Anything look faulty that fall on me
Ima blow all this gas until the clip fall on E
My brother hid me in his mama house
She ask do I want something to eat
This my beat respond to it like PD
Name one time Choppa ducked smoke, I'll die in the streets
I'll ride in the streets, cook tops when it's beef
I don't gotta pay a soul you know the pack gone go
Hot shells get to kicking blow yo back thru ya coat
Still tripping think about my folks- up a score
This shit ain't for the internet im kicking in your door
Thugg'n to the end for kool shrimp and Bo
Mama praying that I change
I can't mama it's attached to my name
She just told me baby don't you slip in the rain
Back in 05 in the jects hustling hard wit the cane
Murder rate was high upping shit for the gang
Really in field we ain't playing no Games
Coming thru wet don't need no drain
Even with a lil change I'll never change
Conversation with sed he told me we to deep
Can't be f*ck wit the in the streets
But keep ya lil heat
It get cold in the deep
I remember lurking in that Jeep
Veg voice when he speak
We put in work we the elite
To many Killa's around arguing about who gone take a seat
Y'all can go first we a double back once they clear the scene
Can't put a hold on this murder game cuz we moving to mean
Reflecting on a few hits that was done so clean
Really getting money running real machines
Ran outta bags for coke and sacks for trees
He just brought the fully in empty I got bag for heem
Congratulate the team but we ain't gone post no meme
Gotta get back to the money yea this bass rock cream
Hood still jumping we the dream team
Got lil pits that's ready to shake sum all week
Thru em some advice you can never be broke wit a piece
Writer: Peter Lee
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