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Lupe Fiasco - Madonna (And Other Mothers In The Hood) (feat. Nikki Jean)

Madonna (And Other Mothers In The Hood)
Lupe Fiasco
04:43
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[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
Immaculate mother of the holy soul,
On behalf of the overdose
We come to you uncomfortable in our ways,
Please, don't slam the door all in my face.

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Tried to go to church, church ain't work,
Still want to kill niggas.
Tried to go work, but work ain't work,
Work ain't work for the feel nigga,
Really make me feel like a field nigga,
Make me feel worse, really tryna chill
But inside I feel like a steel mill, nigga!
And it's hard when these niggas steal, mama,
What?
When you ain't got, got a meal, steal, mama,
Livin' off a meal deal, mama,
Can't stunt with them lil' wheels, mama,
Need a real purse, real heels, mama,
How them liquors and them pills feel, mama, lil' mama?

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
No man shall prosper,
Lord knows if I said it, it's gospel, lil' mama,
Madonna, Madonna, Madonna!
No man shall prosper,
Lord knows if I said it, it's gospel, your momma,
Madonna, Madonna, Madonna!
No man shall touch this,
Lord said nobody can fuck with your momma,
Madonna, Madonna, Madonna!

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco]
I be just tryna make it,
I be just tryna make it,
I be just tryna make it,
I be just tryna make it.
They be just tryna break us,
They be just tryna break us,
They be just tryna break us,
They be just tryna break us.

Raise your hands up,
And put your hands behind your head.

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
White T on they shoulders,
What drags ‘em off through the streets,
In the whip wit' they soldiers,
Stations of the police,
Tryna stick all this time to me,
Tryna stick all these crimes to me,
Could you just send a dime to me?
Mama, please, send a sign to me!
What's lookin' like life,
Is probation and a fine to me.
Lawyer said I'd be alright,
But I think that he lyin' to me.
They really wanna throw those lines to me,
Put me in a line, put the knives to me,
Put me in the sky, put it to my side,
Then push it inside of me.

Holy mother of the blessed soul,
They don't love you there,
They love you here,
I love you like I'm Mexico.
Say, “Santa Maria, Madre de Dios,
Ruega por nosotros pecadores
Ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte.
Amen.”

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
No man shall touch this,
Lord said nobody can fuck with your momma,
Madonna, Madonna, Madonna!
No man shall touch this,
Lord said nobody can fuck with your momma,
Madonna, Madonna, Madonna!

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
They sent them all to the slaughter,
Baby mama, no father,
He was hangin' round them murderers,
And them prostitutes and them robbers, yeah,
Them dope fiends and that water, yeah,
Wit' angel dust in they nostrils, yeah!
They hit ‘em up wit' that chopper,
She was holdin' him in her hands
Just like stigmata, yeah!
Said, “You gon' live here forever,
Salvation and treasure.
You gon' live here forever, yeah!”
Died like Ricky on his mama couch,
Right there in his mama house,
Only child, the holy mama's your mama now.

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
No man shall touch this,
Lord said nobody can fuck with your momma,
Madonna, Madonna, Madonna!
No man shall touch this,
Lord said nobody can fuck with your momma,
Madonna, Madonna, Madonna!

[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]
Mama said, “My son never been no killer.”
Mama said, “My son never been no gangster,
No drug dealer, no gang member.”
Mama said, “My son never been no trouble.”
Mama said, “My son never been no trouble.”
Mama said, “My son never been no killer.”
Mama said, “My son never been no gangster,
No drug dealer, no gang member.”
Mama said, “My son never been no trouble.”
Mama said, “My son never been no trouble.”

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