Mama she used to say don't live by your knife

Mama she used to say gotta get out the ghetto

Mama she used to say morning comes and goes

Mama she don't know I gotta get mine whoa gotta get mine

I'm livin' in the age of di chronic forty ounce and blunts

The type of dis a women allah know ah stunts

Now I got to wear Versace just to get a gal to watch me

An it ain't no sunshine how can I get mine

Why I sell myself for modern day slavery

Now I'm doin' LP's for 5cent royalties

Mama can ya save ya son All these leeches over me

Feel like gathering my duns gettin' all our guns

Count it down 3 2 1 come down Mad Lion

Mad lion

Yo yo roll a spliff what yeah

Di night is young We all got our guns

Who's down to go commit a robbery A robbery

I gotcha block on lock soliciting private stocks of trees

Direct in boat from di West Indies

Jamaica experience it just break ya

Smoke it inna ya blunts Philly leaves are ya paper

I tell it into my sensimilla place my bodega

Here I got all type of flavor

Distribution major no dealer can match me equal

N***as buy my mixes sell it as dimes to the people

Mama she used to say don't live by your knife

Mama she used to say gotta get out the ghetto

Mama she used to say morning comes and goes

Mama she don't know I gotta get mine whoa gotta get mine

When I was six I received my nines as a birthday gift

Pray ya Lord if ya see my nines

It's enough to make any grown man cry

Now mama neva' tell me policeman would arrest me

Even thought I without catch me an den try ti wan' me

Dey give up swarm me recruit me to di army guy tell me

I found out these things by my lonely Well well

X amount of things lead to see ya get dead

Livin' on dem greed ya get shot knot dem face

Dem wanna lose dem life an weh say willed argument

Dey body all up pulpit cement well well

Get sense in a f**kin'' situation

Everybody know say I man nev' run from provocation

The way things are run now the yout up inna possession

F**k around an us inna point on black Talon