Pray For Your Baby

[Master P talking]<br>Check this out<br>When ain`t nothin` else happenin`<br>And ain`t no more money<br>The only nigga gon` be here for me, huh<br>Is the nigga that made me, my mama<br>Ya heard me?<br><br>[Soulja Slim]<br>I thank the Lord I got my mind right<br>My lifestyle was drastic<br>Tryin` to avoid the casket<br>Don`t want my son to be a bastard<br>But y`all wouldn`t know<br>But I seen that a couple of times<br>The Lord talked to me<br>Told me put the foolishness behind<br>It`s not worth dying<br>Tryin` to represent where ya come from<br>Or makin` beef, because you feel like your that big G<br>I went the same way, but today, I`m on a higher level<br>I`m on a paper chase and runnin` behind it like a rebel<br>I want it all<br>So me and my mama can ball<br>The only one that pushed me up, in my downfall<br>And my pop, been in pennitentaries<br>10 wasted years<br>My mama wasted tears<br>But she brought me up, by herself, without no help<br>Used to catch whippings with a leather belt<br>But that ain`t stop nothin`<br>I was a Soulja always into stuff<br>Elementary school I`m cuttin`<br>Gettin` caught wrote on the B roll<br>Mama, come sign me out<br>I don`t like these phony people<br>Down here to come sign me out<br>Come bomb me out central lockup<br>I shoulda put the glock up<br>And the two quarters I rocked up<br><br>Chorus: [Master P]<br>Mom, I love you cause you made me<br>But pray for your baby cause this ghetto got me crazy<br><br>[Trenitty]<br>I remember Indo sticks and concrete bricks<br>Dope fiends fix, Deathrow cliques<br>That pops them shits<br>Takin` hits<br>Had to make more grits<br>Than a homeless man, hungry man<br>Had to watch my mom twerk here body, for a ceilin` fan<br>Pops incarcerated so I hated as a child<br>But as I grew, I got to knew him so I dug his style<br>Livin` foul, the law was: get it how you live<br>Friend or foe, never forgive, crack that niggaz rib<br>By any means ness, get your cake support your fam<br>Don`t give a damn, robbin` neighbors for some ham<br>Even spam was a good dish<br>See we was poor, when we were sick, moms made us well with a kiss<br>I`m through, my most respect is due, so I spits my gat<br>Cracks my back<br>Makin` sure she gets the lack<br>So well deservin`<br>Pervin` in some shit I bought her<br>That`s what she told us: remeber that blood is thicker than water<br><br>Chorus