
Mom Praying Beanie Sigel (Ft. Scarface)
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[Intro; Beanie Sigel] + (sample)
"Oooh..."
I just hear mom praying, I just hear gran sayin...
"Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me..."
[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
Eight decades and four years and gran still kickin
Look at ma, still whippin
Still keep a strap, won't hesitate to give the kids whippins
Tryin to make it to heaven, still livin
Make a visit, stop by the weed spot grab a dub
I know grams gon' have me a grub
I hit the front door, smell aroma of her food cookin
My favorite, a pot of rice and her stewed chicken
Hit the basement, holla at Uncle Doc
Nephew, wit Snu kickin
Where dudes, what's your new mission
We bust it up he cold frontin
I know this nigga wanna hold somethin
I know grams upstairs preppin for church
Matchin up her hat, shoes, pocketbooks and skirts
I break her off some dubs, so she can go see the preacher man
Even though I know he false teachin, damn
[Hook: Beanie Sigel] + (sample)
("Ooooh...")
All I hear is grams prayin, I keep hearin moms sayin, shit
("Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me...")
That's all I hear is moms prayin, I keep hearin grams sayin...
("Somebody oughta just reach out and, help me...")
"Oooh..."
I just hear mom praying, I just hear gran sayin...
"Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me..."
[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
Eight decades and four years and gran still kickin
Look at ma, still whippin
Still keep a strap, won't hesitate to give the kids whippins
Tryin to make it to heaven, still livin
Make a visit, stop by the weed spot grab a dub
I know grams gon' have me a grub
I hit the front door, smell aroma of her food cookin
My favorite, a pot of rice and her stewed chicken
Hit the basement, holla at Uncle Doc
Nephew, wit Snu kickin
Where dudes, what's your new mission
We bust it up he cold frontin
I know this nigga wanna hold somethin
I know grams upstairs preppin for church
Matchin up her hat, shoes, pocketbooks and skirts
I break her off some dubs, so she can go see the preacher man
Even though I know he false teachin, damn
[Hook: Beanie Sigel] + (sample)
("Ooooh...")
All I hear is grams prayin, I keep hearin moms sayin, shit
("Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me...")
That's all I hear is moms prayin, I keep hearin grams sayin...
("Somebody oughta just reach out and, help me...")
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