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My Hifida was a hustler
as real as they come
Managing five scrubs,
bred them to thugs
Made things crack, she broke her back
to keep her sons out the joint
I'm feeling that,
yeah my mama was a true gangster
Believe that we never went hungry
when times was ugly
Yo, my mom's,
she as solid as they come
Made shit happen, mama got shit done
I'm looking back on the California street
Saw the car drive away,
I'm a bastard today
I'm only two, in corduroys and dirty shoes
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In the yard with my dogs,
playing kiss cards
Next couple years,
I'd end up with three brothers
A baby sister,
badder than a motherfucker
Watch my mom struggle,
trying to watch us all
Full -time job,
mama had some hustle, y 'all
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Where my pops at,
is what I ask my moms
He been at work, mama,
just a little bit too long
I saw her eyes water,
she can't reveal the truth
Pops is gone, but I got those capufas
and I ain't ask about it no more
Figured out I'm like my homie,
I kick it with at the corner store
After school me and my ace
hanging out on the Detroit corner
Talking about how my jefita
was a hustler,
as real as they come
Managin' five scrubs,
spreadin' the thugs
Made things crack, she broke her back
to keep her sons out the joint
I'm feelin' that,
yeah my mama was a true gangster
Believe that we never went hungry
when times was ugly
Yo my moms, she as solid as they come
Made shit happen, mama got shit done
For us to live any other way was nuts
If we wanted something, we just took it
If anyone complained twice,
they got hit so bad
Now me and my hermanos
are some teenagers
Tryin' to hold shit down,
beatin' down other teenagers
Got a step pops, I think he full of shit
But he got two daughters that I wanna hit
But he a gangster too, he a made man
Burned our house down,
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mafia insurance scam
Now we back in LA
where Sureños bang
Jumped into the big San Fernando gang
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This is 88, or maybe 89, gun crime
Got me 30 of some boot camp time
My little baby brother,
that's my best friend
Saw my momma buckle
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when he caught that 10
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Got my brother smokes, did a little chain
Like my brother Rube,
bout those crazy men
We growing up,
and my jefe does let em go
It's time to face the world on my own
My jefe thought was a hustler,
as real as they come
Managing five squirrels,
bred em to thugs
Made things crack, she broke her back
to keep her sons out the joint
I'm feeling that,
yeah my momma was a true gangster
Believe that we never went hungry
when times was ugly
Yo my moms, she as solid as they come
Made shit happen, momma got shit done
We drove our momma crazy
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Cause now we bald headed an d dickies,
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long sleeves and stacies
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Banging harder, still more,
man we held it down
Cooking rackety,
of course the family had it
Used to jack my step -pops
for the Mary Jane
Collected twenties for the rock cocaine
Up at the Astoria, six hours later
Me and my bro countin' hundreds,
a beautiful caper
Back to the gondor and zaggin'
cause the money's heavy
Heard the fightin' when we
parked the Chevy
Lookin' at my brother,
we know what we gotta do
He grabbed the twelve,
I grabbed the twenty -two
Never liked my step -pops,
homie, anyway
Slowly put the gun to his ear,
he's strikin' out today
Kiss my refita on the cheek
to ease the pain
But 30 G's in her purse
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and put her ass on a plane
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