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Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife
Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto
Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes
Mama shedon't know, I gotta get mine whoah, gotta get mine

I'm livin in the age of di chronic, 40 ounce & blunts
the type of dis a women allah know ahstunts
now I got to wear Versace just to get a gal to watch me
an it ain't no sunshine, how can I get mine?
Why I sell myself for modern day slaverynow I'm doin' LP's for 5cent royalties
Mama can ya save ya son? All these leeches over me
feel like gathering my duns, gettin all our gunscount it down 3, 2, 1, come down Mad Lion!

(mad lion)
yo yo roll a spliff....what, yeah!
Di night is young, We all got ourguns
who's down to go commit a robbery? A robbery...
I gotcha block on lock soliciting private stocks of trees
direct in boat from di West IndiesJamaica, experience it just break ya
smoke it inna ya blunts, Philly leaves are ya paper
I tell it, into my sensimilla place, my bodegahere I got all type of flavor
distribution major, no dealer can match me equal
niggaz buy my mixes, sell it as dimes to the people[hook]
Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife
Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto
Mama she used to say, morning comes and goesMama she don't know, I gotta get mine whoah, gotta get mine

When I was six I recieved my nines as a birthday gift
pray ya Lord if ya...