This
here is a story about how it is growing up
An d how life can make
you turn and change
But through it all you can rise above
An d be strong and learn to be me
One more child to
God
Born to a family black
Born in gray jail
On the poor side of the tracks
Hard enough money in the family
To pay the rent
Papa tells somebody it's weak to pay
Because he knows it's
already spent
Mama do ing her best now
To keep her children out of the street
Taught us how to protect ourselves
From the people that we might meet
So I knew right then
I had to shape up
Or my life was doomed
So I got on up , yeah
Got on out of that room
Now I'm a big mean mother
Don't be mistreated by no other
Don't take no wooden nickels
for my time
Cause if you do, you know
your heart is mine
I learned to live the hard way
Don't let no fool now
Behind my back
You see where I grew up
Right there in the heart
beat of the city
Folks didn't give you no slack
All day long people search
ing for the dope man
Cause they know he can
take them to the sky
All the big time hustlers taking
folks for what they could
Lord knows,
I wouldn't tell you no lie
Made me a real mean mother
I get respect from all others
Ain't got time to weep and moan
I'm too busy taking care
of my own
Oh, yeah, yeah
I'm a big fat mother,
won't be misled by no other
If you wanna deal with me,
then treat me right
Or I just might put out your life
Oh, cause I'm a real bad mother
Won't be mistreated
by no other
Don't take no wooden niggas
from my time
Cause if I do,
you know you'll hide a smile
Well, I'm a real mean mother
Won't be misled by no other
I'm a real bad mother
Won't be misled by no other
Mother, big, bad,
mean
Mother, big, bad, mother
Real mean mother
Big, bad, mean