Word To My Mother lyrics

[Intro:]
And that's on my mother
Semi gate and that's on my mother
Awweee Man
Brrrrrrr

[Chorus: Zay G]
I came from the slums , though I live in the gutter
Homie that's word to my mother
Would shoot on you n*ggas than rat on my brothers
I treat em all like no other
My real n*ggas speak up , they never gon' stutter
Homie that's word to my mother
You said that you here but you know that you wasn't
n*ggas put that on they mother
The homies be swishin' lets keep it one hunnid
n*gga and that's on my my mother
Ya b*tch is some common , so she finna f*ck us
She gon' put that on her mother
When sh*t hit the top , I know they gon' love us
That's word to my mother

[Interlude: Zay G]
sh*t is really crazy man , n*ggas is switchin' on they gang
I'll never switch , I'll never tell on my brothers
That's word to my mother
[Verse 1: Rah Swish]
Any and everything just for my brothers , they know imma ride out
Don't trust him if he ain't gang cause n*ggas don't be the same , when they sign out
I see n*ggas snitchin' bro talkin' to b*tches , you thought I won't find out
And ya b*tches gave me the info on where you lay at , and where n*ggas hide out
Shout out to Curly cause they jackin' the lingo , you know what I mean bro
Put a dot on that n*gga like I'm playin' bingo , I'm feeling like Nino
Got all of my lions runnin' out of the jungle , I ain't talkin' leos
Told the opps pick up a gun , they know where to meet bro , my clip hold 3 O
Run up a few one , I'm where they don't play that , they know where the gang at
Disrespecting my mother or tell on my brothers , he gettin' a toe tag
I'm not with the playing , what the f*ck is you sayin' , my n*ggas is killas they know that
Got at least 2 or 3 guns in the closet hangin' right where the coats at
Don"t make me throw that , bullets cut them down , catch em after school then I'm backin' down
If he gotta question better ask it now , thinkin' it's a game I'm spinnin' back around
I ain't with the actin but let's make a scene , we only gettin' money yo that's what you think
Why you think I got these shooters on my team , and since he think he sweet , 5 for the beam
These n*ggas talkin' , I don't know why
These n*ggas hatin' , I don't know why
Probably cause he see the gang on top , boy I took his b*tch when I drove by
My n*ggas from the east told me dead bag , give him 7 bills for a head tag
Cause n*ggas hate it when you bout to make it , just send the addy, f*ck the conversation

[Chorus: Zay G]

I came from the slums , though I live in the gutter
Homie that's word to my mother
Would shoot on you n*ggas than rat on my brothers
I treat em all like no other
My real n*ggas speak up , they never gon' stutter
Homie that's word to my mother
You said that you here but you know that you wasn't
n*ggas put that on they mother
The homies be swishin' lets keep it one hunnid
n*gga and that's on my my mother
Ya b*tch is some common , so she finna f*ck us
She gon' put that on her mother
When sh*t hit the top , I know they gon' love us
That's word to my mother
[Verse 2: Zay G]
20 large n*gga greenback , hit a opp n*gga make a f*ck n*gga lean back
Word to mommy I ain't playin' no games , and the D's askin' questions ain't sayin' no names
And my real n*ggas 'round me ain't f*ckin' with lames , do a hit down the block and be shootin' with ranges
3 point like Reggie , straight loud in the air we ain't smokin' no reggies
Clip long like a semi , and they sound like a bomb when we blowin' a dezzy

[Verse 3: Curly Savv]
Ahh why the f*ck is you talkin' , n*gga we know that you soft
Catch a opp and I'm lettin' it off , Swish Gang b*tch I'm always on court
And all of my n*ggas be lurkin' and all of my n*ggas put work in
Oh yea he a thug on the book , can't wait till I catch him in person
Catch me a opp and that's word to my mother , he gettin' melted like butter
Pistol is hot and they sting like thunder , n*ggas ain't gettin no money
Run up on me and I'm goin' insane , bullets they burst through your brain
She jackin my lingo, she sayin' my name, b*tch get the f*ck out my face
I c*m in her mouth and she love how it taste , shawty in love with my ways
When I get in the booth man yall n*ggas should pray , cause of the sh*t that I say
Man this sh*t is so hot that I need me a deal, this really my life for real
Free bro Rex he was out for a stain , get wet trynna walk in the rain

[Chorus: Zay G]

I came from the slums , though I live in the gutter
Homie that's word to my mother
Would shoot on you n*ggas than rat on my brothers
I treat em all like no other
My real n*ggas speak up , they never gon' stutter
Homie that's word to my mother
You said that you here but you know that you wasn't
n*ggas put that on they mother
The homies be swishin' lets keep it one hunnid
n*gga and that's on my my mother
Ya b*tch is some common , so she finna f*ck us
She gon' put that on her mother
When sh*t hit the top , I know they gon' love us
That's word to my mother