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Mama don't cry I know that the streets is a jungle I've got a machete on me like I'm Rambo I don't wanna die If they come for me I let the gun blow [?] 'Cause mama I was born to make it [?] For haters Mandem are beefing paigons So I keep my gun at bay I love my mama cah mama's never lied to me Grinding in the gutter, made my mama always cry for me I can't bury mum I'd rather mum bury me I know some brudda's that would rise it up and write with me I'd lose an eye for them Clutch and do some time for them My mama's telling me I'm running out of time again Use your time wisely cah you can't get the time again I got some paigons, got a fizzy and a.9 for them I love my brudda's cah my brudda's like some fam to me Even though I'm Muslim all my brudda's going ham for me He's rolling with a burner and he's looking for the murder With a rusty looking turner so you know he'll let it bang for me I smell death when that wind blows by So I'm stepping with a weapon, tell a prick don't try Letras de cancionesTell my mama don't cry Until Allah says I must then mom I won't die Mama don't cry I know that the streets is a jungle I've got a machete on me like I'm Rambo I don't wanna die If they come for me I let the gun blow [?] 'Cause mama I was born to make it [?] For haters Mandem are beefing paigons So I keep my gun at bay I just mind my own business, sipping on a Tetley Brudda's wanna tent me and the hood's just full of envy Riding in my Corsa, tank was always empty To you it's just a Corsa but to me it was a Bentley I used to get the food from brudda's up in Bexley Drive it up to Bletchley while I'm sipping on a Pepsi Trying to get a mill now and I ain't on to Heskey I'm stacking all my money I ain't spending it on Fendi Catch me out in Netherlands I'm kicking it with Kempi My brudda saw the vengeance, he'll be slapping out your Benzy But it's nothing new, you know how the slums will go Little brudda's trying to catch a body cause his funds are low I smell death when that wind blows by So I'm stepping with a weapon, tell a prick don't try Tell my mama don't cry Until Allah says I must then mom I won't die Mama don't cry I know that the streets is a jungle I've got a machete on me like I'm Rambo I don't wanna die If they come for me I let the gun blow [?] 'Cause mama I was born to make it [?] For haters Mandem are beefing paigons So I keep my gun at bay From Letras Mania