Seen my mama? Hey, remember me baby? I bought a Mercedes, a crib for my babies And lately got him running from Lady Death, still I'm shady Okay they say he schizophrenic and crazy Back in the 80's tryna get up out the foster homes in dreams a teen And now my mama lets me down She wouldn't pick up the phone I'll make it all on my own But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone! I save then baby, c'mon! Murderous, somebody noticed when I strike through the killing fields, dead! T-Rock done got shot got a Glock for the nigga ar-tillery shop Drop when the nigga pop and the party dont stop till they call the cops!