|[Chorus: Tony Sunshine]
|Mamma.. I don't understand
|Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man
|I said mamma.. now I'm on the run
|Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh.. what have I done?
|Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby
|Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me
|Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four
|Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour
|And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly
|"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?"
|That ain't right! I had to put him in his place
|Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?
|I put 'em in his face
|I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself
|"Ahora, tu!" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self
|That's the law - the streets are like basketball
|but sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off
|Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?
|Too much hate, time to break the lock
|I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em
|I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him
|That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row
|Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies
|you get life for three in a row
|Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks
|I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)
|I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me
|but hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby
|She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll
|Made me believe I could achieve the impossible
|Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz
|So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is
|Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber
|Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger
|Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself
|That's how you'll end up twelve years old;
|bein charged as an adult
|Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes
|Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate
|How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit
|Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics
|That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?
|Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail
|Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system
|You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description
|.. fuck you talkin about? I live here
|This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!
|That's my daughter right there playin.. fuck off me!
|Get the fuck off!
|I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once
|to please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart
|But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters
|and raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother
|God bless her soul
|And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me
|And for this I give you my soul, I love you
|[Chorus - whispered; a woman cries out in agony]
|Ay, Dios mio, ¡mi hijo! ¿Que tu has hecho?
|No, no, por favor, cuentamelo, cuentamelo, mi hijo, mi hijo...
|Ay, Dios mio, no, no... Dame la puerta, Dios mio...
|Ay, Dios mio....
|I just killed a man..
|Ma-mmaaaa.. what am I to do?