Now you dun heard a lot of talk about me and my niggaz    Them outlaw world-wide my figures.    From triumph to tragedy,    To right back on top the niggaz still mad at me.    For pushin that big truck on 24's a square feat in ATL game lock draw   Man dats what my nigga got shot for,    bein to motha fuckin raw for these fuck boys.    See the darkness see the light he wanna feel it    Misery loves company   And that's the real shit    But in 2005 im on some kill shit    Four niggaz sneak upon my and peel this.    I'm takin a stand with a mac in hand all killa, like them niggaz in pakistan    It's simple, gotta git em fore' i die like the old west see how we low tex da ride.       [Chorus:]   I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me.    Now your baby dun became a G.    When i'm out in them streets    the only one that got me is me.    I keep my hand upon my heat.    Cause you know mama,    you didn't raise no bitch    so if a nigga wanna get at me    I be out in them streets, my thang cocked    Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me    Real talk.       Everyday is a new challenge    I'm a savage in my new balance    A lot of rappers but not enough raw talent    Blame the machine but fuck it i'm a hustla bitch    So we start our own label sellin' bricks legit    Power to the people    A lot of power in my pencil    We da hope for the hopeless    The voice for the voiceless    Outlaw soldiers, we still in the game    Years later last members fuckin feelin the same.    Straight from the heart    makin em walk    Live for the day dont wait for tomorrow    Hatas gettin they wrong    I seen tha streets rap    Rounda tough with some niggaz    I seen prison put religion in the roughs of some niggaz.    They say gansgtaz dont live that long    Too many turn-coals    Thats fucked up puttin cuffs on your folks    Coincidental the outlawz instrumental    And raisin a thug nation we influential       [Chorus:]   I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me.    Now your baby dun became a G.    When i'm out in them streets    the only one that got me is me.    I keep my hand upon my heat.    Cause you know mama,    you didn't raise no bitch    so if a nigga wanna get at me    I be out in them streets, my thang cocked    Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me    Real talk.       Yea, My mother aint made no sucka    Raised in the gutta    I'm a made mutha fucka.    All I know is get paid motha fucka    All day motha fucka    One way or anotha    And aint no body no where that can stop me    Call me cocky you tennis im hockey    Mix a little bit of Pac and Yaki with black rocky in my Paps you got me.    Real tall I never took a shall unless it was support    Im stressin aint my thought    And I walk these dogs im a soldier    dontcha wanna be like me when you grow up?    A man of honor commer    Good commer   Niggaz wants drama I got the problem solva    Big ass Cig, Thats ass shit    plus the bully that a fully automatic.       [Chorus:]   I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me.    Now your baby dun became a G.    When i'm out in them streets    the only one that got me is me.    I keep my hand upon my heat.    Cause you know mama,    you didn't raise no bitch    so if a nigga wanna get at me    I be out in them streets, my thang cocked    Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me    Real talk.