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mistah f.a.b. - thug tears lyrics

[verse 1: mistah f.a.b.]
mama told me cancer took her strength, now she feelin’ weak
stressed and can’t sleep, last time i slept, sh-t it’s been a week
sad part though, that ain’t even what’s drivin’ me crazy
it’s mainey, my mama ain’t strong enough to hold my baby
libby don’t know no better, she just think granny don’t want her
i picked her up the rest of my life, i swear i’ma hold her
up or down, situation gon’ be occupied
so lost at my mama’s funeral i swear i forgot to cry
only thing i remember is goapele singing
that’s why i cry every time i hear “closer to my dreams”, man
’cause i’m gettin’ closer to my dreams man
still in the hood, i be toasting with the fiends, yeah
made it from the bottom where they be countin’ us out
free my brother, free reg, i wish my partner was out
if daddy would’ve been around things would’ve been different, i suggest
but i can’t worry, i hold my head, i’m still blessed

[chorus: demarie king & tirzah]
i remember them long nights (i remember them long nights)
mama cried in the room (mama cried in the room)
granny worked them long nights (them long nights)
the lord said we gotta move (lord said we gotta move)
eviction notes on the door (eviction notes on the door)
’cause our rent is past due (no no no no no no)
if you been through the struggle (oh no no no)
these thug tears for you, yeah

[verse 2: mozzy]
i’m with the pop up, h-ll gang get the job done
why is you talkin’ like you is a fellow felon and you not one?
gotta go and catch a highway, gotta drop somethin’ ’round here
n-gga get popped up ’round here, they doin’ walk ups ’round here
yeah, yeah, my n-gga locked up for an m
i was locked up when lil diamond died, i was locked up for shakim
when i throw it up it mean h-ll gang but it’s pure love for the brims
started banging as a young boy, couldn’t get the ball in the rim
i got an eight ball for the low, that sh-t mainey how a n-gga live
i had to hustle all on my own, that sh-t made me how a n-gga is
yeah, we was in the streets heavy, i’m tryna pay the rest of this rent
we finally made it out of that sh-t
we finally made it out of that b-tch

[verse 3: frost city]
moms probably smoking, granny kept the house fed
dreams of a mansion but i’m living out the projects
streets raised me up, you gotta ride to keep the lights on
started on the corner, just a youngin with the white stone
raised in the struggle, granny got us through with welfare
never cheat my brother, man we all getting fair share
long nights of stressing, asking god to forgive me
my rent past due and my tank on empty
police keep harr-ssing, tryna send me to the slammer
suckers want my head so i gotta keep the hammer
yeah i do it for the fallen soldiers
yeah i do it for that san quentin angola
four six was the trap, whippin’ up the yola
ice city, cold nights, i do it for the ‘nolia
granny told me stay in school but i dropped out
i started slidin’ through your hood on the hop out

- mistah f a b lyrics

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