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me now, listen Momma me, pop left me Mickey fed me, and he me Eric me, made me tougher Love you for that my nigga no what bro Marcy me, and whether right or wrong Streets gave me all I write in the Hootie babysitted, my diapers Gil introduced me to the game changed my life up East Trenton grew me, had me skipping Valencia's boyfriend Vovo had me moves Momma raised me, pop I you God help me forgive him I got some Mickey cleaned my ears, shampooed my hair was fly, shit, I used to steal his gear I was the baby boy, I could do no Yeah goin past fast, let's move along Kitchen table, that's where I honed my Jaz made me believe the shit was Labels turned me down, foresee sought me out, Dame believed Primo me, Ski did too "Reasonable Doubt" classic, should of triple Momma me, pop left me Grandma dressed me, she fed me Banana pudding, what's in the then Puffin on L's, drinking champelle Ty rolled a nigga, V.A. spot Tone, Mike 'Zo and them niggas, V.A.'s Vigs fucked with a nigga, up ha? High hated the fact I put rap to the pouring in, clientele growing now Birth of my first nephew, time to it down 21st, Lavelle came to the world Followed by three more boys and then a girl Momma loved me, T.T. Jay you to death won't let no trouble come your way Oh, forget my man down in Maryland gone 'til November, how can I not remember? Tell your moms I'm for her and Tiembra And your son too, there's I won't do you was me, how could you judge me? I was up in pain, y'all can't touch me Police pursued me, chased and subdued me Talked to me rudely, cause I'm young rich and I'm And in a movie, not living by rules New rap the city, follow my crews Bleek you're still with me, what did I say? The is coming you one hit away Beans I ain't trying to change you, just give you game To make the transition, the street to the fame My momma me