Mama Tears - Troy Ave

The dope game hard, the rap game easy

Industry niggas so motherfucking sleazy

In the streets niggas gon try you if it’s easy

Leave you like a bitch on a period bleeding

Real respect real almost in any case

When the fake get involved it turn to a murder case

Behind every death, it’s a sucker in the mix

Sucker niggas get a real nigga in some deep shit

For instance Glenn, did business with Ben

Glenn told him get a chick I gotta check for ten

Would hit shorty with two, if she clear in a week

Then it’s eight bands left we split four grand a piece

Long story long Glenn jerked him instead

Fucked the bitch and count up and withdrew all of the bread

Ben caught him slipping put the slammy to his head

Took his jewels, took it to the pawn, shit was just lead

Faker than the three dollar bill, he wish he killed

Glenn sped back to his block right up the hill

Told the OG Butter from the hood what happened

But he left out the part, 'bout him snaking and ratting

Said I was just chilling on Rutland, 'bout to kick it with a bitch

Then this hating nigga Ben, ran up on me with some shit

I told the nigga if he gon pull it, then he better kill me!

Butter said what happened?

Nigga took all your jewelry?

Nah I ain’t wear it today, I kept it light

That nigga can’t shoot anyway, so I’m aight

But he fucked up now, cause I know where he be

Matter fact big homey, won’t you ride with me?

Now Butter in the car, he don’t play that shit

And he fitting to put a hole in a nigga

With his four fifth eight shot head trigger

There he go right there, pull up a lil' nearer

Imma get out, meet me on the corner, stay on the right

Glenn said cool big homey, I got you aight

Ben ain’t even seen it coming he caught that body with ease

When Glenn saw some people coming he thought it was the D’s

But it wasn’t, and he drove off

Butter hit the corner lookin like is this boy lost?

Now it’s sirens, gun in hand looking violent

He fit the description, police just got the firing, now he gone

And the moral of the story is, fucking with suckers could get your mother tears

And the moral of the story is, when you fuck with them suckers it get your

mother tears

This is my song, you can’t defend wrong

You can’t defend wrong, Maybe you’ll listen if I put it in a song, song, song,

song

Maybe you’ll listen if I put it in a song, song, song, song, you can’t defend

wrong

The dope game hard, the rap game easy

Industry niggas so motherfucking sleazy

In the streets niggas gon try you if it’s easy

Leave you like a bitch on a period bleeding

Real respect real almost in any case

When the fake get involved it turn to a murder case