Lupe Fiasco - Madonna (And Other Mothers In The Hood) lyrics
rate me(Intro)
Immaculate mother of the holy soul
On behalf of the ovadose
We come to ya uncomfortable in our ways
Please don't slam the door all in my face
(Verse)
Tried to go to church, church ain't work
Still want to kill niggas
Tried to go work, but work ain't work
Work ain't work for the feel nigga
Really make me feel like a field nigga
Make me feel worse, really tryna' chill
But inside I feel like a steel mill, nigga
And it's hard when these niggas steal momma
When ya ain’t got, got a meal still momma
Livin' off a meal deal momma
Can't stunt wit them lil wheels momma
Need a real purse real heels momma
How dem liquors and them pills feel mama, lil mama
(Bridge)
No man shall prosper
Lord knows if I said it, it's gospel, lil mama
Madonna
No man shall prosper
Lord knows if I said it, it's gospel, yo momma
Madonna
(Hook)
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck wit, yo mama
Madonna
(Post-Hook)
I be just tryna make it
I be just tryna make it
I be just tryna make it
I be just tryna make it
They be just tryna break us
They be just tryna break us
They be just tryna break us
They be just tryna break us
(Verse 2)
White T on they shoulders
What drags em off thru' the streets
In the whip wit' they soldiers
Stations of the police
Tryna stick all this time to me
Tryna stick all these crimes to me
Could ya just send a dime to me
Moma please send a sign to me
What's lookin' like life?
Is probation and a fine to me
Lawyer said I'd be alright
But I think that he lyin' to me
They really wanna throw those lines to me
Put me in a line, put the knives to me
Put me in the sky, put it to my side
Then push it inside of me
(Bridge)
Holy mother of the blessed soul
They don't luv ya there
They love ya here
I love ya like I'm Mexico
Say: (Santa Maria, Madre de Dios
Ruega por nosotros pecadores
Ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte)
Amen
(Hook x2)
(Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco)
They sent them all to the slaughter
Baby momma, no father
He was hangin' round them murderers
And them prostitutes and them robbers, yeah
Them dope fiends and that water, yeah
Wit' angel dust in they nostrils, yeah
They hit em up wit' that chopper
She was holding him, in her hands
Just like Stigmata, yeah
Said ya gon' live here foreva
Salvation and treasure
Ya gon' live here foreva, yeah
Died like Ricky on his momma couch
Right there in his momma house
Only child, the holy momma's yo momma now
(Hook x2)
(Outro)
Momma said my son neva been no killa
Momma said my son neva been no gangster
No drug dealer, no gang member
Momma said my son neva been no trouble
Momma said my son neva been no trouble
