Mamma, I don't understand
Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man
I said, mamma, now I'm on the run
Dear, mamma, what have I done?

Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby
Shoulda chilled, but money was really trynao play me
Couldn't hold it no more, so I showed him the four
Duke was dissin' my girl like she was hoein' on tour
And knowin' I'm raw, money tried to play fly
I said what's up to the bitch, why she couldn't say hi?
That ain't right, had to put him in his place
Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?
I put 'em in his face
I didn't have to disgrace myself, hate myself
Ahora a tu, blam, blam, brace yourself
That's the law, the streets are like basketball
But sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off
Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?
Too much hate, time to break the lock
I hate the cops, so I ain't tryna see 'em
I love my brother doin' triple life, but I ain't tryna be him
That's why I be on the low, keep my feet in the row
'Cause they're tellin' me as far as felonies
You get life for three in a row
Then what do you know? Last week at the flicks
I had to kill somebody, for steppin' on my kicks (stupid)

Mamma, I don't understand
Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man
I said, mamma, now I'm on the run
Dear, mamma, what have I done?

I can murder half the world, laugh, while the other side hate me
But hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma cry like a baby
She my heart and soul;, what Jimi Hendrix was to rock 'n' roll
Made me believe I could achieve the impossible
Now you know one of my weaknesses, but Punisher keeps a Glizz
So don't block 'cause when I pop, oh, what a relief it is
Send him where Jesus is, hold up, that's the gas chamber
Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger
Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself
That's how you'll end up twelve years old
Bein' charged as an adult
Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes
'Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devours your fate
How many hours I waste tryna figure the shit
'Til I finally realized, we're just niggas and spics
That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?
Keep somethin' in the stash in case I gotta make bail
'Cause ain't no brothers runnin' shit in the system
You goin' straight to jail if you colored and fit the description
Fuck he talkin' about? I live here
This is my buildin', nigga, fuck you, nigga
That's my daughter right there playin', fuck off me
Get the fuck off

Mamma, I don't understand (mamma, I don't understand)
Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man
I said, mamma, now I'm on the run (mamma, now I'm on the run)
Dear, mamma, what have I done? (What have I done?)

I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once
To please forgive me, mamma
I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart
But I ask you to do me a favor, and take care of my daughters
And raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother
God bless her soul
And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me
And for this, I give you my soul, I love you

Ay Dios mío mi hijo
Qué tú has hecho
No, no
Por favor suéltamelo suéltamelo mi hijo mi hijo
Ay Dios mío
No, no dame la puerta Dios mío
Ay Dios mío

Hey, mamma, mamma
I just killed a man
Mamma, what am I to do?

Copyright: JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Royalty Network
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Christopher Rios, Jayotis Washington