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| Plies The Real Testament Runnin My Momma Crazy Ay Momma (Ay Momma) I Know Ain't Never Tell You This Before (I Ain't Never Tell You This Before) But It Really Hurt Me To Know (Hurt Me ) I'm Running You Crazy (I'm Running You Crazy) I Want To Talk To You Real Quick (I Want To Talk To You Momma) My Momma Told Me While I Run These Streets She Can't Sleep Her Phone Ring Late At Night She Think Something Than Happened To Me Her Nerves So Bad Right Now She Can't Watch Tv She Turn Her Head Every Time She See A Police Scared To Look Cause It Might Be Me In The Backseat Whenever She Hear About A Shooting Her Heart Skip A Beat She Heard The Feds In Town Her Knee Got Weak She Know I'm At The House The Only Time She At Peace Her Blood Pressure Through The Roof All Because Of Me Her Favorite Words Is Dope Ain't The Only Way To Eat She Told Me The Other Day She Hope I Don't Die In These Streets I Just Pray To God She Don't Wipe Her Hands With Me Ima Goon To These Streets But To My Momma I'm Still A Baby Raise A Street Nigga By Yourself You A Hell Of A Lady Shit I'm Doing Now Got Nothing To Do With How You Raised Me Shit Killing Me To Know I'm Running My Momma Crazy Remember The Night Me Sitting Up In A Cold Cell Waking You Up Out Yo Sleep Its Me Calling You From Jail (Collect Call) You Ain't Say It But I Know Inside You Mad As Hell You Called Off Of Work Just To Bond Me Out Of Jail I Get In Trouble I Call You Seem Like It Never Fail Can Hear You Now Boy You Need To Sit Your A** Down Somewhere I Come And Eat I Take A Shower And I'm Out Of There I Know I'm Stressin You At Times Seems Like I Don't Care You Wrote Bad Checks For Me To Have Something To Wear You Reached For Freedom For Me Nine Days Thats Real Rare Every Time I Think About This Sh** I Wanna Shed A Tear Thats Why I Buy You Something For Fathers Day Every Year Ima Goon To These Streets But To My Momma I'm Still A Baby Raise A Street Nigga By Yourself You A Hell Of A Lady Shit I'm Doing Now Got Nothing To Do With How You Raised Me Shit Killing Me To Know I'm Running My Momma Crazy You Did The Best You Could With Me And I Love You For That Wanted Me To Stay In School But That Ain't Where My Heart Was At I Got Exposed To The Streets And Fell In Love With Stacks And All The Times I Hurt You Wish I Could Take It Back When Daddy Left Us You Stepped Up And Took Up His Slack I Know I'm Selfish And Feelings Is Something I Know I Lack The Shit I'm Doing Now I Know You Raised Me Better Than That You Thought Me How To Be A Man And Showed Me How To Act Sometimes I Wonder How You Still Proud I'm Your Son After All The Stuff I Took You Through And All The Shit I Done But Like You Told Me When God Want Me How I Can't Run Before He Take Me Want You To Know I Love You Momma Ima Goon To These Streets But To My Momma I'm Still A Baby Raise A Street Nigga By Yourself You A Hell Of A Lady Shit I'm Doing Now Got Nothing To Do With How You Raised Me Shit Killing Me To Know I'm Running My Momma Crazy I Think Im Speakin For Every Street Nigga Around The World I Don't Think We Sit Down Long Enough Sometimes Just To Realize What We Takin Our Momma Through It Hurt Me To Know Dog That Im Runnin My Momma Crazy It Really Killin Me To Know That Im Help Killing My Momma |
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