Mom Praying - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Mom Praying - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Beanie Sigel |
| Artist | Scarface |
| Album | The Reason |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Grant, Jordan, Scales, Smith | |
| Vocal：Beanie Sigel/Scarface | |
| ";Oooh..."; | |
| I just hear mom praying, I just hear gran sayin... | |
| ";Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me..."; | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| 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 | |
| [CHORUS:] | |
| ";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..."; | |
| [Scarface] | |
| Don't cry mama, your baby boy done weathered the storm | |
| And I found peace right here in your arms | |
| By the way, how you gettin along, huh? | |
| I know it's been tough bearing the pain since daddy's been gone | |
| But, all in all, you still stood tall and never shedded a tear | |
| I'm thankin God you still here | |
| Cause, only heaven knows all my heartaches and setbacks | |
| Goin from a high school dropout to shovelin wet wax | |
| I'm never gon' forget that, look in your eyes, (look in your eyes) | |
| When you told me that my grandfather died | |
| It was like nothing had happened, (naw) and I'm knowin that you miss him | |
| But to accept death, is just the side of a good Christian | |
| And I miss him, just words, and I lived it in life (lived it in life) | |
| and I take it step by step, but I take it in Christ (take it in Christ) | |
| Cuz I'm knowin I can't make it alone (uh, uh) | |
| You told me not to buy you a new house because in heaven's your home | |
| and as hurt as I was, I had to smile witcha | |
| and thank God that we crossed paths cuz you one strong sister | |
| and I'm never gon' forget ya | |
| Heaven sent us an angel and the world gon' miss ya... mama | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| I'm in love with two women | |
| The one that birth me | |
| and the one that birth her | |
| Know that you gotta hurt me | |
| Before you hurt her or hurt her | |
| Or hurt them or hurt we | |
| I cursed see the worsest death | |
| Beat you niggas to a thirsest breath | |
| Off wit ya head niggas, **** that all purpose vest | |
| I'm ridin all out for Umi | |
| Christian Caffer, though I follow the path of the sumi | |
| What can I do but bow down and give offerings | |
| For the lady with the softest skin | |
| Keep picturin grams tuckin me in | |
| Breakin me out of her change purse | |
| Slash teacher, slash preacher, slash changed nurse | |
| One woman, ten boys, seven daughters | |
| Three story house wit no supporter | |
| Damn, you wanna get your life in order | |
| Words from the oldest boy of your youngest daughter | |
| [CHORUS] |
| zuo ci : Grant, Jordan, Scales, Smith | |
| Vocal: Beanie Sigel Scarface | |
| " Oooh..." | |
| I just hear mom praying, I just hear gran sayin... | |
| " Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me..." | |
| Verse 1 | |
| 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 | |
| CHORUS: | |
| " 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..." | |
| Scarface | |
| Don' t cry mama, your baby boy done weathered the storm | |
| And I found peace right here in your arms | |
| By the way, how you gettin along, huh? | |
| I know it' s been tough bearing the pain since daddy' s been gone | |
| But, all in all, you still stood tall and never shedded a tear | |
| I' m thankin God you still here | |
| Cause, only heaven knows all my heartaches and setbacks | |
| Goin from a high school dropout to shovelin wet wax | |
| I' m never gon' forget that, look in your eyes, look in your eyes | |
| When you told me that my grandfather died | |
| It was like nothing had happened, naw and I' m knowin that you miss him | |
| But to accept death, is just the side of a good Christian | |
| And I miss him, just words, and I lived it in life lived it in life | |
| and I take it step by step, but I take it in Christ take it in Christ | |
| Cuz I' m knowin I can' t make it alone uh, uh | |
| You told me not to buy you a new house because in heaven' s your home | |
| and as hurt as I was, I had to smile witcha | |
| and thank God that we crossed paths cuz you one strong sister | |
| and I' m never gon' forget ya | |
| Heaven sent us an angel and the world gon' miss ya... mama | |
| CHORUS | |
| Verse 3 | |
| I' m in love with two women | |
| The one that birth me | |
| and the one that birth her | |
| Know that you gotta hurt me | |
| Before you hurt her or hurt her | |
| Or hurt them or hurt we | |
| I cursed see the worsest death | |
| Beat you niggas to a thirsest breath | |
| Off wit ya head niggas, that all purpose vest | |
| I' m ridin all out for Umi | |
| Christian Caffer, though I follow the path of the sumi | |
| What can I do but bow down and give offerings | |
| For the lady with the softest skin | |
| Keep picturin grams tuckin me in | |
| Breakin me out of her change purse | |
| Slash teacher, slash preacher, slash changed nurse | |
| One woman, ten boys, seven daughters | |
| Three story house wit no supporter | |
| Damn, you wanna get your life in order | |
| Words from the oldest boy of your youngest daughter | |
| CHORUS |
| zuò cí : Grant, Jordan, Scales, Smith | |
| Vocal: Beanie Sigel Scarface | |
| " Oooh..." | |
| I just hear mom praying, I just hear gran sayin... | |
| " Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me..." | |
| Verse 1 | |
| 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 | |
| CHORUS: | |
| " 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..." | |
| Scarface | |
| Don' t cry mama, your baby boy done weathered the storm | |
| And I found peace right here in your arms | |
| By the way, how you gettin along, huh? | |
| I know it' s been tough bearing the pain since daddy' s been gone | |
| But, all in all, you still stood tall and never shedded a tear | |
| I' m thankin God you still here | |
| Cause, only heaven knows all my heartaches and setbacks | |
| Goin from a high school dropout to shovelin wet wax | |
| I' m never gon' forget that, look in your eyes, look in your eyes | |
| When you told me that my grandfather died | |
| It was like nothing had happened, naw and I' m knowin that you miss him | |
| But to accept death, is just the side of a good Christian | |
| And I miss him, just words, and I lived it in life lived it in life | |
| and I take it step by step, but I take it in Christ take it in Christ | |
| Cuz I' m knowin I can' t make it alone uh, uh | |
| You told me not to buy you a new house because in heaven' s your home | |
| and as hurt as I was, I had to smile witcha | |
| and thank God that we crossed paths cuz you one strong sister | |
| and I' m never gon' forget ya | |
| Heaven sent us an angel and the world gon' miss ya... mama | |
| CHORUS | |
| Verse 3 | |
| I' m in love with two women | |
| The one that birth me | |
| and the one that birth her | |
| Know that you gotta hurt me | |
| Before you hurt her or hurt her | |
| Or hurt them or hurt we | |
| I cursed see the worsest death | |
| Beat you niggas to a thirsest breath | |
| Off wit ya head niggas, that all purpose vest | |
| I' m ridin all out for Umi | |
| Christian Caffer, though I follow the path of the sumi | |
| What can I do but bow down and give offerings | |
| For the lady with the softest skin | |
| Keep picturin grams tuckin me in | |
| Breakin me out of her change purse | |
| Slash teacher, slash preacher, slash changed nurse | |
| One woman, ten boys, seven daughters | |
| Three story house wit no supporter | |
| Damn, you wanna get your life in order | |
| Words from the oldest boy of your youngest daughter | |
| CHORUS |
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