Artist: Ice-T f/ Smoothe Da Hustler, Trigger Tha Gambler Album: SMG: The Rap Repossession Song: Mama Says a Prayer Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org [Intro: Appeared as kids] [Smooth] What's up Ice? [Ice-T:] What's up Smoothe? [Smooth] All this drugs and gangs.. [Ice-T:] I know that! [Smooth] How the kids suppose to grow up in the neighborhood like this? [Ice-T:] Yeah man, this shit is crazy! [Chorus: Both X3] Mamma says a prayer for me Cause the devil made plans I ain't prepared to see He forced me to turn my back on life and face death A path; I ain't trying to take yet [Verse One: Smoothe Da Hustler] I asked my grandmother, why we can't stand one another If brothers killing brothers, and the government's stealing from us I wonder why was the AIDs made! Howcome I get mad when I blaze my gauge? This government got us like amounts of maids You say; Money is the root of all evil; and you rule the world Howcome you letting it destory our people? They say, each one teach one, so it's time for me to preach one So I can carry on, long enough, for me to reach me I'm one of a kind, paint a picture, mentally for the blind Came to give the speech to a million, at the time Don't know why I see you people got a dime, stand in line You came to me at seven, told me I'll be the sun that shines Howcome, every cause there's an effect, like abuse and neglect That's why some kids refuse to respect But I can't tell, you gave us nine stages to see if we're found And the devil gave us twelve, three enter stages to hell [Chorus] [Verse Two: Trigger Tha Gambler] I don't know what it is, I moved forward in the opposite direction I do good but seems like everything bad happens Do bad for some reason I feel glad after But ain't nothing funny, I kill that laughter Dudes wanna see me broke, or stressed out with tubes in me Cause they see me on the 'Tubes stretched out with two slimies Who of any got the nuts? The gun wrestler or the bunch of pussies that come to get fucked So who coming with us? I got guns, lots of them, and I ain't worried about your vest Cause it ain't gonna stop none of them Moved my fame, lost my son's mammas He's rolling with daddy now, so he under's the arms Schooling him, show him how to maneuver through the sewer Chewing him, slow him down to be smoother, doing it So how you think I'ma let you step in and ruin it? NO! FUCK YOU! you ain't ruin this shit She wants his clip, she wants his dick A pistol with fist would grew in this strip Held me down nine years, who wanna trip? Now the moment is near you asked; how this nigga is so foul? As foul as this nigga is, how near is the moment now [Chorus] [Verse Three: Ice-T] I wish I can get a prayer from you, mamma, but you passed away When I was just seven, and life has been cold Daddy died when I was eleven years old Why they get dealt this hand, goddamn this raw? I spent most of my life trying to out smart the law I didn't choose this game, this fucking game chose me Now it's got me in the mix, sitting loading my clips Some niggaz said they're gonna take off on side Told me to watch my back, showed him load in my macks Never underestimate the man with a gun All threats is real, hold your steel Them cards would content to leave you on the pavement Mamma, I don't even know what the beef is about Said I've hollered there at one of their whores, Fuck them! Dick suckers gonna recognize I ain't no trip Tonight I'm rose dolo, I do rock the clip Let them know that I ain't the one to fuck with Mamma, a nigga ain't proud of this But I'm just trying to eat, there's hell in these streets These niggaz wanna turn me back to the white meat Got a raw heart tonight, mamma, it's true But if not, I'll be coming to you Gotta kill these haters before they ski-mask you And as for your blessings, I ain't gonna ask you, mamma!