If I was your mother, mother If I was your mother Tell me what I got to do To make my life mean more to you I could get so close it's true Tell me who I got to be To make you a part of me Would you let me hold your hand Would you say you were my baby

Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin') Four or five niggas in a mothership Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit Bent, front and back glass got tint Tryin' to get our hands on some dollars and cents And fools can't

Life (life) I got life, mother I got laughs, sister I got freedom, brother I got good times, man I got crazy ways, daughter I got million-dollar charm, cousin I got headaches and toothaches And bad times too

EST (what the fuck) Let's bring some reality to it, And the whole gang's in here, yeah, bitch (bitch) OK, EST for life, 40 motherfuckin' days I hustled, 40 nights I got 40 deep behind me, ain't a motherfuckin' nice 40 swishas, 40 bitches, went from

This song got a motherfucker feeling like pac tho, (thug life) Picture me rolling, picture me rolling, picture me rolling Who the fuck wanna wit um We ball like Indians at the World Series 8th inning I'm gone I'm rolling with Nicole Kidman I hit the

Yeah, livin' life like this Gotta paint a picture when I write like this Tales from my hood, not a sight like this Where they up to no good on a night like this And they murder motherfuckers just cause Type of shit I see and probably wonder what it was I

My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go You can run for your life when I stick 'e, out the window I lay your ass out motherfucker is simple Stay in your place I recommend or say hello to my little friend Everywhere I go I gotta tag along Cause my buzz

Mother fucker it's a perfect crime Kickin' back in the shadows Got no need for the light Who's sorry now old timer Look at how you've spent your life Scroungin' for change To put some money in your pocket My how scratch does burn Laughin' at the fuckers