| Yeah, yeah.. | |
| Uhh, right, right, right | |
| Right, right, right, right | |
| Uhh uhh uhh, feel me now, listen | |
| Momma loved me, pop left me | |
| Mickey fed me, and he dressed me | |
| Eric fought me, made me tougher | |
| Love you for that my nigga no matter what brah | |
| Marcy raised me; and whether right or wrong | |
| Streets gave me all I write in the song | |
| Hootie babysitted, changed my diapers | |
| Gil introduced me to the game that changed my life up | |
| East Trenton grew me, had me skippin school | |
| Valencia's boyfriend Vovo had me makin moves | |
| Momma raised me, pop I miss you | |
| God help me forgive him I got some issues | |
| Mickey cleaned my ears, and he shampooed my hair | |
| Eric was fly - shit, I used to steal his gear | |
| I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong | |
| Yeah it's goin past fast - let's move along | |
| Kitchen table - that's where I honed my skills | |
| Jaz made me believe the shit was real | |
| Labels turned me down, couldn't foresee | |
| Clark sought me out, Dame believed | |
| Primo laced me, Ski did too | |
| 'Reasonable Doubt' - classic, shoulda went triple | |
| Momma loved me, pop left me | |
| Grandma dressed me, plus she fed me | |
| banana puddin, what's in the hood then | |
| Puffin on L's, drinkin pink champelle | |
| Ty rolled with a nigga, V.A. spot | |
| Tone, Mike 'Zo and them niggaz, V.A.'s locked | |
| Vigs fucked with a nigga, whassup ha? | |
| (?) high hated the fact I put rap to the back | |
| Money pourin in, clientele growin now | |
| Birth of my first nephew, time to slow it down | |
| October 21st, Lavelle came to the world | |
| Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl | |
| Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay | |
| loves you to death won't let no trouble come your way | |
| Oh, can't forget my man down in Maryland | |
| He's gone 'til November, how can I not remember? | |
| Tell your moms I'm there for her and Tiembra | |
| And your son too - there's nothin I won't do | |
| Unless you was me, how could you judge me? | |
| I was brought up in pain, y'all can't touch me | |
| Police pursued me, chased cuffed and subdued me | |
| Talked to me rudely; cause I'm young rich and I'm black | |
| and live in a movie, not livin by rules | |
| New rap patrollin the city, follow my crews | |
| Bleek you're still with me - nigga what did I say? | |
| The time is comin; you one hit away | |
| Beans I ain't tryin to change you - just give you some game | |
| to make the transition, from the street to the fame | |
| My momma loves me.. |
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