Mama, I'm In Love Wit A Gangsta Lyrics

Hey, baby, how you doin'? What's goin' on?
I'm sittin' in my motherf**kin' cell, it's the same song
Tell my kids that I love 'em
But don't tell 'em that I'm through
Keep cryin' an' tell 'em I'll be home soon

Oh, baby, I'm goin' crazy
'Cos I keep seein' shit that amaze me
Still, I had to kill a motherf**ker last week
He thought I was a punk
An' tried to creep up on me in my sleep

I just think that I could hold or squeeze or touch
Or buck ya but I can't, so f**k it
I'm behind these bars an' it's burnin' like nitro
I might go psycho, the man on the tower got a rifle
Aw, shit, there the lights go

{Hello}

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
An' I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga

Hey baby, what's happenin', honey?
How you doin'? I miss you

The kids keep askin' where's their papa?
I had to tell 'em Daddy got caught by the coppers
It's time for me to raise 'em up proper, by myself
It's a goddamn struggle when a bitch ain't got no help

Now, everybody tellin' me that you ain't shit black
An' when you get out, you'll jack
An' probably go right the f**k back
Damn, the pressure's gettin' hot an' heavy
An' yeah, I'm gettin' sweated by your homey
In the blue an' white Chevy

But now he's got a condo an' a brand new Lexus
Wants me to take a trip with him down to Texas
The ends don't justify the means
An' in another life he might've been the man of my dreams

But you know I got your back to the motherf**kin' end
But a bitch can't even trip like she doesn't need a friend

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
An' I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga

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What the f**k you mean you need a friend?
I can't be havin' no niggas 'round my kids
Don't you make me break up outta this motherf**ker
An' start killin' motherf**kers, shit

I know it's rough, I know it's tough
But when you fumble in the game, sometimes you get locked up
You better stay away from that punk a*s bitch
He ain't shit, I don't wanna have to kill him

'Cos think about the times that we used to have
Don't make me reach out an' touch that a*s
You put yourself in danger when you f**k with a buster
Like shootin' dice without a pistol, in a circle of murderers

You got more cla*s than the average type hooker, bitch
Don't switch, he gotta grip but he ain't rich
Now I gotta check but if you've got the check
Give a nigga a look an' put somethin' on my books, peace

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
An' I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga

Aiyo, remember the homey with the Lexus
He took the trip to Texas
Now he's wearin' the f**kin' Lexus like a necklace
So tell me, what's the drill, baby pa? What's a bitch to do?
My nigga's stretched in the pen since '92

Them visits ain't doin' the trick, drop f**ks make me sick
'Cos this po' puddy tat needs a cat nip
An' that motherf**ker representin' you, I think he resents you
He got evidence he never presents to

The people in court, I heard witnesses abortin'
What's he doin' about gettin' you out to hold the fort?
I got some ends, I'ma send you a dime an' two doves
Mama hates you but damn, I got love for a gangsta

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
An' I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga

Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
An' I know he's a killer

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