Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Punisher
Vocals
Ed Goldson
Bass Guitar
Tony Sunshine
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Rios
Songwriter
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Jayotis Washington
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
Producer
Doug Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Brian Stanley
Recording Engineer
SoundBoy
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Mamma, I don't understand
Why he had to fuck with me?
Now I gotta kill this man
I said, mamma, now I'm on the run
Dear mamma, what have I done?
Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody, baby
Should've chilled, but money was really tryna play me
Couldn't hold it no more, so I showed him the four
Duke was dissin' my girl like she was hoin' on tour
And knowin' I'm raw, money tried to play fly
I said "What's up?" to the bitch, why she couldn't say hi?
That ain't right, I had to put him in his place
Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?
I put 'em in his face
I didn't have to disgrace myself, hate myself
Ahora tú, blam-blam, brace yourself
That's the law, the streets are like basketball
Sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off
Can't always take a shot, make one mistake, you upstate for what?
Too much hate, time to break the lock
I hate the cops, so I ain't tryna see 'em
I love a brother doin' triple life, but I ain't tryna be him
That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row
'Cause they're tellin' me as far as felonies, you get life for three in a row
Then what do ya know?
Last week at the flicks I had to kill somebody
For steppin' on my kicks, stupid
Mamma, I don't understand
Why he had to fuck with me?
Now I gotta kill this man
I said, mamma, now I'm on the run
Dear mamma, what have I done?
I can murder half the world, laugh while the other side hate me
But hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma cry like a baby
She my heart and soul, what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n roll
Made me believe I could achieve the impossible
Now you know one of my weaknesses, but Punisher keeps it glizz
So don't pull out 'cause when I pop, oh, what a relief it is
Send you where Jesus is, hold up, that's the gas chamber
Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger
Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself
That's how you'll end up twelve years old bein' charged as an adult
Terror Squad is here to help, so you can learn from our mistakes
'Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devours your fate
How many hours I waste tryna figure this shit
Until I finally realized, we're just **** and spics
That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?
Keep somethin' in the stash in case I gotta make bail
'Cause ain't no brothers runnin' shit in the system
You goin' straight to jail if you colored and fit the description
Fuck you talkin' about? I live here
This is my buildin', ****, fuck you, ****
That's my daughter right there playin'
Fuck off me
Get the fuck off!
Mamma, I don't understand
(Mamma, Mamma)
(I don't understand)
Why he had to fuck with me?
Now I gotta kill this man
I said, mamma, now I'm on the run
(Mamma, Mamma)
(Now I'm on the run)
Dear mamma, what have I done?
(What have I done?)
I don't have much time, so I'm only gonna ask you once
To please forgive me, mamma
I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart
But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters
And raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother
God bless her soul
And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me
And for this I give you my soul, I love you
Ay, Dios mío, mi hijo, ¿qué tú has hecho?
(Mamma, I don't understand)
No, no, por favor, suéltamelo, suéltamelo, ¡mi hijo, mi hijo!
(Why he had to fuck with me?)
(Now I gotta kill this man)
(I said, mamma, now I'm on the run)
Ay, Dios mío, no, no, dame la fuerza, Dios mío
Ay, Dios mío
(Dear mamma, what have I done?)
Hey, mamma, mamma
I just killed a man
Mamma, what am I to do?
Written by: Alan Maman, Christopher Rios, J. Washington dba "Hennessey"

