| Immaculate mother of the holy soul
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| On behalf of the overdose
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| We come to you uncomfortable in our ways
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| Please don’t slam the door all in my face
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| Tried to go to church, church ain’t work
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| Still want to kill niggas
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| Tried to go work, but work ain’t work
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| Work ain’t work for the feel nigga
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| Really make me feel like a field nigga
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| Make me feel worse, really tryna' chill
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| But inside I feel like a steel mill, nigga
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| And it’s hard when these niggas steal mama
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| What, when you and God gotta mill still mama
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| Living off a meal deal mama
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| Can’t stunt with them lil wheels mama
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| Need a real purse real heels mama
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| How dem liquors and them pills feel mama, lil mama
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| No man shall prosper
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| Lord knows if I said it, it’s gospel, lil mama
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| Madonna
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| No man shall prosper
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| Lord knows if I said it, it’s gospel, your momma
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| Madonna
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| No man shall touch this
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| Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma
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| Madonna
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| I be just trying make it
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| They be just trying break us
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| White T on they shoulders
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| What drags em off through the streets
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| In the whip wit' they soldiers
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| Stations of the police
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| Trying to stick all this time to me
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| Trying to stick all these crimes to me
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| Could you just send a dime to me
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| Mama please send a sign to me
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| What’s looking like life?
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| Is probation and a fine to me
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| Lawyer said I’d be alright
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| But I think that he lying to me
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| They really wanna throw those lines to me
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| Put me in a line, put the knives to me
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| Put me in the sky, put it to my side
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| Then push it inside of me
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| Holy mother of the blessed soul
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| They don’t love you there
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| They love you here
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| I love you like I’m Mexico
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| Say: (Santa Maria, Madre de Dios
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| Ruega por nosotros pecadores
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| Ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte)
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| Amen
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| They sent them all to the slaughter
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| Baby mama, no father
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| He was hanging round them murderers
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| And them prostitutes and them robbers, yeah
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| Them dope fiends and that water, yeah
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| Wit' angel dust in they nostrils, yeah
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| They hit em up wit' that chopper
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| She was holdin' him, in her hands
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| Just like Stigmata, yeah
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| Said you gon' live here forever
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| Salvation and treasure
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| You gon' live here forever, yeah
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| Died like Ricky on his mama couch
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| Right there in his mama house
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| Only child, the holy mama’s your mama now
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| Mama said my son never been no killer
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| Mama said my son never been no gangster
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| No drug dealer, no gang member
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| Mama said my son never been no trouble
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| Mama said my son never been no trouble |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Madonna (And Other Mothers In The Hood) , by - Lupe Fiasco. Song from the album Tetsuo & Youth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп