Lyrics
Momma said father was a mean muthafucka, the gambling
He just leaned on bitches, poppa was a rolling stone he left a long time ago
He died in a shootout, riddle of bullets, momma said father was a mean muthafucka
He was so vicious, he had your eyes, niggas run for they gun
he was so vicious
a lean muthafucka
He had your eyes, got blood on his knife
blood thirsty
A car flipped, a dope fiend
He died in a shootout, he was so vicious
Got blood on his knife, hustled on the avenue of lennox
He would kill you, he just leaned on bitches
He had your eyes, his name rung in the slums
Momma said daddy s dead stop messing with the baby s head, momma said daddy s dead stop messing with the baby s head, one day he ll grow up strong one day he ll be a man
Blood thirsty, all the money spilled out
Before it was done, a car flipped
he was so vicious
he died in a shootout
Poppa was a rolling stone he never ever was at home, for sellings rocks
His name rung in the slums, poppa was a rolling stone he never ever was at home, a lean muthafucka
got blood on his knife
Police caught him with some, with his brother big harvey
A straight womanizer, plus he had four wives
Momma said daddy s dead stop messing with the baby s head, momma said father was a mean muthafucka, he was too foul
niggas run for they gun
one day he ll grow up strong one day he ll be a man
light skinned
that he was a don
My mother said my father was a real livewire, riddle of bullets
he would kill you
shot dope in his arm
with his brother big harvey
A lean muthafucka, he did a bank robbery, with his brother big harvey
The gambling, he had your eyes