Verse 1]
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Yo I gotta back ache stomach ache diahrea vomiting
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Cold feet runny nose head ache insomnia
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Cranky moody burpin' while i'm cursin'
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Baby chair tied in a suburban drinkin' burban
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I'm only 3 and gotta chip motorola
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A hoochie babysitter with snitches by the stroller
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Lyin cryin whinin' teasin'
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Suckin' tities like I had years of breast feedin'
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In the begining i was sinning
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Kept my mama back and forth
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To the hospital for the constant kickin'
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Kept them ass whippin', I'm gettin them all
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Show off like Fodolo so fuck all y'all
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Do you get your ass whipped with your mom's bad luck
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Like AHUH YEU YEU get hit by a truck
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Playin' catch a girl, fuck a girl
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Throw her in a sandwich
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Just a young boy doing grown man shit
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[Chorus]
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I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
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I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
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Like kickin' your ass
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I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
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Smokin' weed
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I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
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All day check it out
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[Verse 2]
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I'm only 13 puttin' in work
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Rockin' chinese shoes with high top converse but first
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We was all gas watchin' game of def with Bruce
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Walkin' home from the movies (* Red makes karate movie noises *)
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I thought about the sex often
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I even kept a heartland for them white girls on magic garden
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Light skin, chubby and shit
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Ran my mama's phone bill for callin' Biggs Biggs Biggs
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The old hands used to make them little niggaz fight
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The lead patch was the shit if you snatch it right
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And everybody knew the pattern of pac man
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Rams was 15 and that then was happenin'
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Niggaz used to get robbed at twin city
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I was cuttin' on SL's glue with a penny
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When EPMD dropped Its My Thing
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I said damn i gotta get up in this rap game
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[Chorus]
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I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
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I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
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Like touchin' your tities
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I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
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I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
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Like Stealin' my mama's car
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[Verse 3]
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I used to tell my Sis i'm gonna make it bitch
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So close to gettin' on i could taste the shit
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In a hot ass room cuttin' smooth operator
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In my last year at West Side High I barley made it
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Flippin eightballs, going to Montclair State
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I passed one class and still owe their ass cake
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For quick cash, Doc hit up 13th ave
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Sell white boys oregano dash then we laughed
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That was the days now the times switched up
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Son either walk them dogs, sunff it or get snuffed
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Them ho's got triflin' but much thicker
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My weed got better so easily i fucked shit up
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I test y'all with my def squad cam
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And I dont stage show dive unless y'all amp
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To all my fans, arivaderchi to ya
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And any ho that didnt blow Doc, I NEVER KNEW YA!
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[Chorus]
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Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
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Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
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Like still sqeezin' your titties
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I'm just a grown man doing grown man shit
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With a big ass car
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Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
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Rollin' better credit
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Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
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Yo yo shit is crazy
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Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
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Like smackin' your ass
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Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
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Like shaving my beard
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Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
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I got hair on my chest
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Da Da Dahhh
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Redman |