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5* !!http://www.facebook.com/#!/Rzaa19 LYRICSNow you dun heard a lot of talk about me and my niggazThem outlaw world wide mob figgaz.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 lockjawMan dats what my nigga got shot for,bein to motha fuckin raw for dis fuck boys.See the darkness see the light he wanna feel itMisery loves company,And that's the real shitBut in 2005 im on some ill shitFour niggaz sneak upon my and peel this.'Im takin the stand, with mac at handBorn killa, like them niggaz in pakistanIt'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 streetsthe only one that got me is me.I keep my hand upon my heat.Cause you know mama,you didn't raise no bitchso if a nigga wanna get at meI be out in them streets, my thang cockedCause really all I got in the end of the day is meReal talk.Everyday is a new challengeI'm a savage in a new balanceA lot of rappers but not enough raw talentBlame the machine but fuck it i'm a hustla bitchSo we start our own label sellin' bricks legitPower to the peopleA lot of power in my pencilWe da hope for the hopelessThe voice for the voicelessOutlaw soldiers, we still in the gameYears later less members fuckin feelin the same.Straight from the heartmakin em walkLive for the day dont wait for tomorrowHatas gettin they wrongI seen tha streets rapRounda tough with some niggazi seen prison put religion in the rough of some niggaz.They say gansgtaz dont live that longToo many turn coatThats fucked up puttin cuffs on your folksCoincidental the outlawz instrumentalAnd 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 streetsthe only one that got me is me.I keep my hand upon my heat.Cause you know mama,you didn't raise no bitchso if a nigga wanna get at meI be out in them streets, my thang cockedCause really all I got in the end of the day is meReal talk.Yea, My mother aint made no suckaRaised in the guttaI'm a made mutha fucka.All I know is get paid motha fuckaAll day motha fuckaOne way or anothaAnd aint no body no where that can stop meCall me cachy you tennis im hockeyMix a little bit of Pac and Yaki with black rocky in my pocks you got me.Real tall I never took a shall unless it was supportIm stressin aint my thoughtAnd I walk these dogs im a soldierdontcha wanna be like me when you grow up?A man of honor commerGood calmaNiggaz wants drama I got the problem solvaBig ass Cig, Thats that shitplus 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 streetsthe only one that got me is me.I keep my hand upon my heat.Cause you know mama,you didn't raise no bitchso if a nigga wanna get at meI be out in them streets, my thang cockedCause really all I got in the end of the day is meReal talk.