Mama wonder why your child so baad Look where we aat Mama wonder why your child so baad (Soo Baaad) Look where we aaat {1: Boosie } We grew up thuggin n da soufside Lookin up to da road Heartz and street smartz what it took as a soulja When I wuz small, what i saw was fo no kid Daddy beat my mama cuz he couldnt git a hit Ma you wonder why yo child so bad, ask the teacher Or maybe the preacher cuz he couldnt touch lil boosie neither My woah lil penell he died bustin at da people (Bohw!) My cousin lil trell got a F before he was legal And they put gin up in my baby bottle and made me swallow It got me where I wanted cus they hate to hear me holla I growed up, all I saw wuz 4's up 40 oz. poured up, and half ounces rolled up Knowin I wuz sho nuff, everybody runnin to da sales And soon we wuz runnin to da jails And I hit puberty I wondered thru my whole community Im doin dis rap thang for you and me (mama) {X2} Mama wonder why your child so baad Look where we aat Mama wonder why your child so baad (Soo Baaad) Look where we aaat (2) This one goes out to my black queen, ma You kno I luv you and i'll neva put a thang above ya But you raised me n da gutta, where everythang struggle So boosie if I fought I wont die, sickness cus they have nickel But you told my baby jetty When you wuz six months pregnant, you see that type of shit I can never respect it And all my role models they killaz We splittaz and dope dealaz So what you thank im headed fo nigga?(our hearts) And hard head, is what my mama labeled me She told me she would pray for me cuz wasnt nothin she could say to me Boy you aint nothin but a thug, scum, i know you wanted to buck When you found out I sold drugz, trust Tears runnin down yo face like a water fall Whole family turned out aint nobody but god to call Im a product of my environment So da white folks they wont hire me Street smartz dats my knowledge So ma please stand by me {X2} Mama wonder why your child so baad Look where we aat Mama wonder why your child so baad (Soo Baaad) Look where we aaat (Boosie) We used to live cross da street from a shit pack, Git that Daddy smokin caddy's plus he heavy on dat 6 packs My cousinz they b thuggin livin tha life of a G 10 yrs old turned high powered rifles at me Mama I thank you for da days you put dem J'z on my feet And im sorry for the days I wuz makin you weak Im cryin for ya in my heart cus it cant come out my eyes (uh-uh) You'd lose yo mind if ya baby boy died And my community is full of guns, drugs, and welfare People in wheel chairs but just happy they still here Roaches and rats, n da cracks of da halls Fools at school, totin tools, comin thru walls And I looked out my project window And I saw lil ones like lil junior comin thru in rentos The blood from our kenfolks Look at my house, look at my paw Look at my niggaz who dead and gone for tryin to play da game raw {X2} Mama wonder why your child so baad Look where we aat Mama wonder why your child so baad (Soo Baaad) Look where we aaat

I have had my fun if I never get well no more. I have had my fun if I never get well no more. All of my health is failing; Lord, I'm going down slow, I'm going down slow. Please write my mother and tell her the shape I'm in. Please write my mother and tell her the shape I'm in. Tell her to pray for me, Forgive me for my sin, For all of my sin. On the next train south, look for my clothes back home. On the next train south, look for my clothes back home. 'Cause all of my health is failing; Lord, I'm going down slow, I'm going down slow. All of my health is failing; Lord, I'm going down slow, I'm going down slow. Feel like I'm going, like I'm going down slow. I feel like I'm going, like I'm going down slow. I feel like I'm going, like I'm going down slow. I feel like I'm going, like I'm going down slow. I feel like I'm going, like I'm going down slow.