Wonder Why Your Child So Bad

Mama wonder why your child so baad

Look where we aat

Mama wonder why your child so baad (Soo Baaad)

Look where we aaat

We grew up thuggin n da soufside

Lookin up to da road

Heartz and street smartz what it took as a soulja

When I wuz small, what i saw was fo no kid

Daddy beat my mama cuz he couldnt git a hit

Ma you wonder why yo child so bad, ask the teacher

Or maybe the preacher cuz he couldnt touch lil boosie neither

My woah lil penell he died bustin at da people (Bohw!)

My cousin lil trell got a F before he was legal

And they put gin up in my baby bottle and made me swallow

It got me where I wanted cus they hate to hear me holla

I growed up, all I saw wuz 4's up

40 oz. poured up, and half ounces rolled up

Knowin I wuz sho nuff, everybody runnin to da sales

And soon we wuz runnin to da jails

And I hit puberty I wondered thru my whole community

Im doin dis rap thang for you and me (mama)

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Mama wonder why your child so baad

Look where we aat

Mama wonder why your child so baad (Soo Baaad)

Look where we aaat

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This one goes out to my black queen, ma

You kno I luv you and i'll neva put a thang above ya

But you raised me n da gutta, where everythang struggle

So boosie if I fought I wont die, sickness cus they have nickel

But you told my baby jetty

When you wuz six months pregnant, you see that type of shit I can never respect it

And all my role models they killaz

We splittaz and dope dealaz

So what you thank im headed fo nigga?(our hearts)

And hard head, is what my mama labeled me

She told me she would pray for me cuz wasnt nothin she could say to me

Boy you aint nothin but a thug, scum, i know you wanted to buck

When you found out I sold drugz, trust

Tears runnin down yo face like a water fall

Whole family turned out aint nobody but god to call

Im a product of my environment

So da white folks they wont hire me

Street smartz dats my knowledge

So ma please stand by me

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Mama wonder why your child so baad

Look where we aat

Mama wonder why your child so baad (Soo Baaad)

Look where we aaat

We used to live cross da street from a shit pack, Git that

Daddy smokin caddy's plus he heavy on dat 6 packs

My cousinz they b thuggin livin tha life of a G

10 yrs old turned high powered rifles at me

Mama I thank you for da days you put dem J'z on my feet

And im sorry for the days I wuz makin you weak

Im cryin for ya in my heart cus it cant come out my eyes (uh-uh)

You'd lose yo mind if ya baby boy died

And my community is full of guns, drugs, and welfare

People in wheel chairs but just happy they still here

Roaches and rats, n da cracks of da halls

Fools at school, totin tools, comin thru walls

And I looked out my project window

And I saw lil ones like lil junior comin thru in rentos

The blood from our kenfolks

Look at my house, look at my paw

Look at my niggaz who dead and gone for tryin to play da game raw

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Mama wonder why your child so baad

Look where we aat

Mama wonder why your child so baad (Soo Baaad)

Look where we aaat