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Immaculate mother of the holy soulOn behalf of the overdoseWe come to you uncomfortable in our waysPlease don't slam the door all in my faceTried to go to church, church ain't workStill want to kill niggasTried to go work, but work ain't workWork ain't work for the feel niggaReally make me feel like a field niggaMake me feel worse, really tryna' chillBut inside I feel like a steel mill, niggaAnd it's hard when these niggas steal mamaWhen you ain't got, got a meal still mamaLiving off a meal deal mamaCan't stunt with them lil wheels mamaNeed a real purse real heels mamaHow dem liquors and them pills feel mama, lil mamaNo man shall prosperLord knows if I said it, it's gospel, lil mamaMadonnaNo man shall prosperLord knows if I said it, it's gospel, your mommaMadonnaSongtexteNo man shall touch thisLord said nobody can fuck with, your mommaMadonnaI be just trying make itI be just trying make itI be just trying make itI be just trying make itThey be just trying break usThey be just trying break usThey be just trying break usThey be just trying break usWhite T on they shouldersWhat drags em off through the streetsIn the whip wit' they soldiersStations of the policeTrying to stick all this time to meTrying to stick all these crimes to meCould you just send a dime to meMama please send a sign to meWhat's looking like life?Is probation and a fine to meLawyer said I'd be alrightBut I think that he lying to meThey really wanna throw those lines to mePut me in a line, put the knives to mePut me in the sky, put it to my sideThen push it inside of meHoly mother of the blessed soulThey don't love you thereThey love you hereI love you like I'm MexicoSay: (Santa Maria, Madre de DiosRuega por nosotros pecadoresAhora y en la hora de nuestra muerte)AmenNo man shall touch thisLord said nobody can fuck with, your mommaMadonnaNo man shall touch thisLord said nobody can fuck with, your mommaMadonnaThey sent them all to the slaughterBaby mama, no fatherHe was hanging round them murderersAnd them prostitutes and them robbers, yeahThem dope fiends and that water, yeahWit' angel dust in they nostrils, yeahThey hit em up wit' that chopperShe was holdin' him, in her handsJust like Stigmata, yeahSaid you gon' live here foreverSalvation and treasureYou gon' live here forever, yeahDied like Ricky on his mama couchRight there in his mama houseOnly child, the holy mama's your mama nowNo man shall touch thisLord said nobody can fuck with, your mommaMadonnaNo man shall touch thisLord said nobody can fuck with, your mommaMadonnaMama said my son never been no killerMama said my son never been no gangsterNo drug dealer, no gang memberMama said my son never been no troubleMama said my son never been no troubleMama said my son never been no killerMama said my son never been no gangsterNo drug dealer, no gang memberMama said my son never been no troubleMama said my son never been no trouble Aus Songtexte Mania