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for you me a gwan fight
Yeah mama mama mama

Nuh bother worry yourself mama
Because me deh mongst mi real brothers
Nuh bother worry yourself mama
Ah

Big Brother

Kanye West

Graduation

2007

hear it
At least you can brag to ya friends back at the gig"
But he got me out my mama crib
Then he help me get my mama a crib

Big brother was

hear it
At least you can brag to ya friends back at the gig"
But he got me out my mama crib
Then he help me get my mama a crib

Big brother was

Mafia Music [Edit]

Rick Ross

Mafia Music

2009

but somehow I got by

Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they

Benediction

Rick Ross

Benediction

2014

the streets till my feet got tired
'Cause I ain't wanna have my shoes on them power lines

But I made it, and it made me
I know I did wrong, I prayed to God

Benediction

Rick Ross

Maybach Hustle

2014

of prison where I was headin'
When I heard someone killed my brother, one-eighty-seven
I hope he made it to your presence, for me he was a blessin'
St least I

My memories of my brothers and me
Make me marvel at the way the years went by.
Here we are, how'd we ever get this far?
I wonder how, and I wonder

pressure
My mama told me
Better get back on your ass
Cause they going to judge you by your past
How they gonna judge me
Mama they done dragged my name for so

like I ain't goin' to work today
Most of your favorite rappers pussy, I know it hurt to say
My mama told me hold my brother down, 'cause she was

and the burdens I be going through
And on my mama yeah, she worry bout me every day
Got on my knees and prayed to God asked him to pave a way
And for my faith

He gave me the ball so I play for my brothers
Hands ready with my back against the wall
5' 6" shorty still standin' tall
Call it
That's a layup
Call it

Written by: Dèja D. Williams 
Produced by: ricci, Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams 

Dèja 

(Ladies, sing) 

That’s my dick on Monday 
Missing that

Created by struggle gotta get it
Never go against the grain
It was me and my brother down bad
Making plays in the rain
Hurt me deep to see mama

Mama Prays [Previously Unreleased Track]

Chris Rice

Short Term Memories

2004

never came down
Prayers went on but it never came down
Prayers went on but it never came down

My memories of my brothers and me
Make me marvel

love with the sinner's life
Gave no fuck
He was a brother and a father who was prayed for
But the streets made a home before his daddy did
The sad story

Or he useless?
My brother's leavin' footprints on everything, that's on everything
Up for spinnin', then we comin' back, that's that boomerang
Up the sco,

Mama told me keep on shooting for the stars
Little did they know that ima rising Star
And I know ima make it
That bullshit don't phase me
Keep it

mother (My nigga my nigga)
I won't try to fuck on his baby mama
Me and my brothers don't play bout no drama (Ride for my nigga, die for my nigga)
Yea we

for me
In trouble mama mama pray for Me
Pray for me mama mama pray For me
Behind the sorrows brother That's a story, live today cos no Man ever predicts

and it get violent
Yeahh this one for my brothers in a can ohhh
I'll be stepping by myself no place I can't go
Shout out to the north where my heart

praying for me
Oh I s'till hear mama praying
Oh I s'till hear mama praying
And the prayers that she prayed
They're s'till keeping me day by day
Oh I s'till

strong
Salinas, Filipinas, they come one by one
All lined up, and they ready for fun
Short ones, tall ones, beautiful ones
B-boys, b-girls, ready

I remember them days you let me stay home, play the video games till my brothers get home
Hey mom, hey pops, ain't forget about you
I thank you for

I've prayed to the lord for these times I demolish the microphone
Shootin' goals like Ronaldo
Trade out the broke fits rotate everyday wear
With that