Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes Mama she don't know, I gotta get mine whoah, gotta get mine I'm livin in the age of di chronic, 40 ounce & blunts The type of dis a women allah know ah stunts Now I got to wear Versace just to get a gal to watch me An it ain't no sunshine, how can I get mine? Why I sell myself for modern day slavery Now I'm doin' LP's for 5cent royalties Mama can ya save ya son? All these leeches over me Feel like gathering my duns, gettin all our guns Count it down 3, 2, 1, come down Mad Lion! (mad lion) Yo yo roll a spliff....what, yeah! Di night is young, We all got our guns Who's down to go commit a robbery? A robbery... I gotcha block on lock soliciting private stocks of trees Direct in boat from di West Indies Jamaica, experience it just break ya Smoke it inna ya blunts, Philly leaves are ya paper I tell it, into my sensimilla place, my bodega Here I got all type of flavor Distribution major, no dealer can match me equal n***as buy my mixes, sell it as dimes to the people [hook] Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes Mama she don't know, I gotta get mine whoah, gotta get mine When I was six I recieved my nines as a birthday gift Pray ya Lord if ya see my nines It's enough to make any grown man cry... Now mama nevah tell me policeman would arrest me Even thought I without catch me an den try ti waan me ??? Dey give up ?? swarm me, recruit me to di army guy tell me I found out these things by my lonely. Well, well X amount of things lead to see ya get dead Livin on dem greed ya get shot, knot dem face Dem wanna lose dem life an weh say willed argument Dey body all up pulpit cement, well well ??? get sense in a f**in situation Everybody know say I man nev' run from provocation The way things are run now the yout up inna possession f** around an us ?? inna point on, black Talon