hey baby how you doin what s goin on i m sittin in my motherfuckin 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 motherfucker 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 fuck 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 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 fuck 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 motherfuckin 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 what the fuck 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 motherfucker an start killin motherfuckers 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 ass 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 ass you put yourself in danger when you fuck with a buster like shootin dice without a pistol in a circle of murderers you got more class 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 fuckin 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 fucks make me sick cos this po puddy tat needs a cat nip an that motherfucker 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