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    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, Annie 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, Annie 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
    Biggs fucked with a nigga, whassup Hoff'?
    B-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

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