Artist: D-Gotti f/ Big Moe 
Album:  Street Sermon 
Song:   Momma Don't Cry 
Typed by: Lil Hustle 

(*talking*) 
Wipe your eyes mama, (wipe your eyes) 
I ain't in them streets, ducking and dodging them feds 
Know I'm saying, a nigga studio grinding baby 
God done provided me a way to get you out the ghetto 
You know I'm saying mama, hear me baby dry your eyes 
It hurt me to see you like that, it's our time to shine feel this here mama 

[Chorus - 2x] 
Momma don't cry, I apologize for my pops 
In my heart I wanna hate him, but somewhere it's gotta stop 
Lord 'fore you drop me, six feet up under grass 
Find me a way, to put momma in upper class

[D-Gotti] 
Don't cry sweetheart, cause God is on your side 
Forgive me for the lies, and times I got confined 
Momma you was around, when nobody gave a damn 
When them laws batter rammed, came and got me out the jam 
Accepted food stamps, to put food in the box 
Even though daddy left, we kept shoes and socks 
Use to cry and watch the sucker, put his hand on ya 
That's why I pistol whooped him, that day up on the corner 
When I wake up in the morning, still I say a prayer for ya 
I know it's hard, coping with the pain of losing my lil' brother 
They say the good have to suffer, in order to get it right 
But through the scuffle and strife, you kept a broken family tight 
And I apologize, for my old man's wrongs 
And before the marriage ended, he had you smoking bowls 
It was so incredible, the person you became 
But your baby'll never change, I still love you the same 

[Chorus - 2x]

[D-Gotti] 
Look momma, I'm a ghetto icon 
Your son's on his way to being a superstar, under the sun 
Benjamins take some, go buy you some'ing nice 
You a queen in my eyes, God bless momma life 
I know you wonder why, I don't ever bring you out 
It's cause I know the levels, that I'm bout to go up in this life 
The streets done got trife, momma don't be blue 
Might be so much hate that get to me, through you 
You know what that'll do, put me back up in the streets 
On the creep for the bloodline, a coward I'll dump my heat 
I mash for our dreams, we ain't never had nothing 
Look at your baby on the Dirty 3rd, they call me Sonny 
'Member every tummy ache, you was down to play nurse 
Did you rehearse, cause I still think you the best mom on Earth 
And you won't have to work no mo', just give me time 
See the tears in your eyes, when you tell me you're proud 

[Chorus - 2x] 

[D-Gotti] 
I know this world is unfair, that's why momma I don't care 
Your baby boy gon' die fly, trying to give you dough to share 
I understand the way the jealous stress, put on your soul 
We hear the mistakes you made, against your own home 
Everyday we all broke, without no pain no gain 
And I don't think I had this game, if my past didn't change 
But that was then this now, I ain't on no hot blocks 
Now everything legit, so don't worry when I get stopped 
Boy I woulda checked you out, and watched the day in Cardier 
You bout to shine sweetheart, cause your son on his way 
This time next year, momma you going to the Bahamas 
Around town you'll be chauffeured around, in a stretch Hummer 
What a hell of a woman, made a lion out your cub 
Always make my bond, when I got caught up into some'ing 
Momma, you ought to be known from all the streets put you through 
But you not, that's why God came through for you 

[Chorus - 2x] 

[Big Moe] 
All I wanna do, is make you happy 
All I wanna do, is keep you a smile 
All I wanna do, is make you happy 
Keep it real, to the day that I die 
You get the best of my love 
Momma, you get the best of my love 
Momma, I love you baby boo yeah