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Artist/Band: Master P
Lyrics for Song: Mama Raised Me
Lyrics for Album: MP da Last Don [1998]



[CHORUS: Master P]

Daddy wasn't home so mama raised me

I'ma thug but still mama bathed me [4X]



[Verse 1: Master P]

I live my life as a thug, roll wit' some killas

Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers

Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas

Keep a tech 9 cocked for any nigga that don't like me

Throw up your soldier rags if you rowdy

I represent a million muthafuckas thats 'bout it

Mama couldn't control my destiny as a street thug

Find me in the Range Rover buyin, sellin street drugs

Even though, this ghetto got me crazy

Everytime I go to jail mama get me out cause I'm her baby



[CHORUS (2X)]



[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]

I'ma gangsta, located in the alleys and Cali

Shoot dice wit' killas and smoke wit' the dealers

You can't tell me shit 'bout these streets homey

I don' seen it and done it and lived the real from the phony

Out for this money, homies maintain they composure

Since kids on the streets sellin' dope by the police

Now I'ma a soldier muthafucka for the chips

When I dips the trips, GP straight for DP

But the scripts how mama raised me

Pops wasn't home, left us all alone

Wasn't no thang, cause my mama had game

She showed me everythang except how to be a man

I understand, for all the streets and the jail time I caught

The pain I brought, that wasn't what you taught

It's probably pops fault how I ended up

Gangbangin', crack slangin', not given' a fuck

Two strikes in my life, a nigga fed up

Mama said don't let up, and baby boy keep your head up



[CHORUS (2X)]



[Verse 3: Soulja Slim]

Now picture me a ghetto child, runnin' wild

Maybe if you emphasize, niggas supposed to pick us

The world wouldn't be like it is now

I made moms proud, when you mention me she smile

If feels good buyin' moms a car and a house

And my pops been locked up for ten years

Life was a struggle moms shed so many tears

That's why baby ain't got nothin' that I love so much

The only one can hurt my feelings, when she fuss

Momma I love you cause you brought me hear

But niggas startin' to hate and it's gettin' dark in here

But I remember what you told me, and what ya' showed me

Take it slowly



[CHORUS (4X)]


Album Lyrics: MP da Last Don [1998]


Master P
"MP da Last Don [1998]"


1. Let's Get Em
2. Till We Dead And Gone
3. Thinkin Bout U
4. Soldiers, Riders, And G's
5. Get Your Paper
6. Ride
7. These Streets Keep Me Rollin'
8. Black And White
9. War Wounds
10. Dear Mr. President
11. Mama Raised Me
12. Let My 9 Get 'Em
13. More 2 Life
14. Ghetto Life
15. Gangsta Bitch
16. So Many Souls Deceased
17. Snitches
18. Welcome To My City
19. Ghetto Love
20. Eternity
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