Now you dun heard a lot of talk about me and my niggaz
Them outlaw world-wide my figures.
From triumph to tragedy,
To right back on top the niggaz still mad at me.
For pushin that big truck on 24's a square feat in ATL game lock draw
Man dats what my nigga got shot for,
Bein to motha fuckin raw for these fuck boys.
See the darkness see the light he wanna feel it
Misery loves company
And that's the real shit
But in 2005 I'm on some kill shit
Four niggaz sneak upon my and peel this.
I'm takin a stand with a mac in hand all killa, like them niggaz in pakistan
It's simple, gotta git em fore' I die like the old west see how we low tex da ride.

[Chorus:]
I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me.
Now your baby dun became a G.
When I'm out in them streets
The only one that got me is me.
I keep my hand upon my heat.
Cause you know mama,
You didn't raise no bitch
So if a nigga wanna get at me
I be out in them streets, my thang cocked
Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me
Real talk.

Everyday is a new challenge
I'm a savage in my new balance
A lot of rappers but not enough raw talent
Blame the machine but fuck it I'm a hustla bitch
So we start our own label sellin' bricks legit
Power to the people
A lot of power in my pencil
We da hope for the hopeless
The voice for the voiceless
Outlaw soldiers, we still in the game
Years later last members fuckin feelin the same.
Straight from the heart
Makin em walk
Live for the day don't wait for tomorrow
Hatas gettin they wrong
I seen tha streets rap
Rounda tough with some niggaz
I seen prison put religion in the roughs of some niggaz.
They say gansgtaz don't live that long
Too many turn-coals
That's fucked up puttin cuffs on your folks
Coincidental the outlawz instrumental
And raisin a thug nation we influential

[Chorus:]
I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me.
Now your baby dun became a G.
When I'm out in them streets
The only one that got me is me.
I keep my hand upon my heat.
Cause you know mama,
You didn't raise no bitch
So if a nigga wanna get at me
I be out in them streets, my thang cocked
Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me
Real talk.

Yea, My mother ain't made no sucka
Raised in the gutta
I'm a made mutha fucka.
All I know is get paid motha fucka
All day motha fucka
One way or anotha
And ain't no body no where that can stop me
Call me cocky you tennis I'm hockey
Mix a little bit of Pac and Yaki with black rocky in my Paps you got me.
Real tall I never took a shall unless it was support
I'm stressin ain't my thought
And I walk these dogs I'm a soldier
Dontcha wanna be like me when you grow up?
A man of honor commer
Good commer
Niggaz wants drama I got the problem solva
Big ass Cig, that's ass shit
Plus the bully that a fully automatic.

[Chorus:]
I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me.
Now your baby dun became a G.
When I'm out in them streets
The only one that got me is me.
I keep my hand upon my heat.
Cause you know mama,
You didn't raise no bitch
So if a nigga wanna get at me
I be out in them streets, my thang cocked
Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me
Real talk.

Writer : BROADUS, CALVIN
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group