| Mama wonder why your child so baad
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| Look where we aat
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| Mama wonder why your child so baad (Soo Baaad)
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| Look where we aaat
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| We grew up thuggin n da soufside
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| Lookin up to da road
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| Heartz and street smartz what it took as a soulja
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| When I wuz small, what i saw was fo no kid
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| Daddy beat my mama cuz he couldnt git a hit
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| Ma you wonder why yo child so bad, ask the teacher
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| Or maybe the preacher cuz he couldnt touch lil boosie neither
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| My woah lil penell he died bustin at da people (Bohw!)
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| My cousin lil trell got a F before he was legal
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| And they put gin up in my baby bottle and made me swallow
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| It got me where I wanted cus they hate to hear me holla
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| I growed up, all I saw wuz 4's up
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| 40 oz. |
| poured up, and half ounces rolled up
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| Knowin I wuz sho nuff, everybody runnin to da sales
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| And soon we wuz runnin to da jails
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| And I hit puberty I wondered thru my whole community
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| Im doin dis rap thang for you and me (mama)
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| Mama wonder why your child so baad
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| Look where we aat
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| Mama wonder why your child so baad (Soo Baaad)
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| Look where we aaat
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| This one goes out to my black queen, ma
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| You kno I luv you and i’ll neva put a thang above ya
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| But you raised me n da gutta, where everythang struggle
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| So boosie if I fought I wont die, sickness cus they have nickel
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| But you told my baby jetty
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| When you wuz six months pregnant, you see that type of shit I can never respect
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| it
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| And all my role models they killaz
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| We splittaz and dope dealaz
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| So what you thank im headed fo nigga?(our hearts)
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| And hard head, is what my mama labeled me
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| She told me she would pray for me cuz wasnt nothin she could say to me
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| Boy you aint nothin but a thug, scum, i know you wanted to buck
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| When you found out I sold drugz, trust
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| Tears runnin down yo face like a water fall
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| Whole family turned out aint nobody but god to call
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| Im a product of my environment
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| So da white folks they wont hire me
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| Street smartz dats my knowledge
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| So ma please stand by me
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| Mama wonder why your child so baad
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| Look where we aat
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| Mama wonder why your child so baad (Soo Baaad)
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| Look where we aaat
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| (Boosie)
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| We used to live cross da street from a shit pack, Git that
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| Daddy smokin caddy’s plus he heavy on dat 6 packs
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| My cousinz they b thuggin livin tha life of a G
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| 10 yrs old turned high powered rifles at me
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| Mama I thank you for da days you put dem J’z on my feet
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| And im sorry for the days I wuz makin you weak
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| Im cryin for ya in my heart cus it cant come out my eyes (uh-uh)
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| You’d lose yo mind if ya baby boy died
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| And my community is full of guns, drugs, and welfare
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| People in wheel chairs but just happy they still here
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| Roaches and rats, n da cracks of da halls
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| Fools at school, totin tools, comin thru walls
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| And I looked out my project window
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| And I saw lil ones like lil junior comin thru in rentos
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| The blood from our kenfolks
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| Look at my house, look at my paw
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| Look at my niggaz who dead and gone for tryin to play da game raw
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| Mama wonder why your child so baad
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| Look where we aat
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| Mama wonder why your child so baad (Soo Baaad)
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| Look where we aaat |