[Mase]
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Let's get it on
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[Carl Thomas]
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1 - You made me
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You made me
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You made me the way I am today
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You're the reason why
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I live how I live
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Cuz you made me the way I am
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[Huddy Comb]
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First of all, I was the worst of all
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The first born, took my first breath, it was on
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And thanks to my moms, and some help from Nickie Bonds
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I was raised in ways of a Don, they gas me like Exxon
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Had me dealin' with ex cons, frontin' with they Rolex on
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Get sexed on a regular basis, grown women puttin' they faces
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In all the wrong places, molesting me, now you see why my destiny
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Was fucked up cuz my recipe
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But I blame my mother cuz I can't blame no other
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And that's how my game was discovered
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My mom was a sucker, did that bullshit to my brother
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But no matter what, I'mma love her
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She gave me life, even though she got high undercover
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If she die, I can't find me another
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But look what you made me
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Repeat 1
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[Meeno]
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Yeah, you made me this way, since the day I was born
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When you slid on that crap shit, launch the strong
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'Fore long, I realized the same old song
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Never cat with then bounce on his kids and his spouse
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At the beginning, I knew my pops just had to be kidding
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He's coming back any day, he wouldn't leave us that way
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But anyway, the time got longer, my anger got stronger
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It's no time to wonder the money I hunger
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Without a blunder, I vowed to be all I could be
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Started running guns O.T., me and my code D.
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Leave from the backstreets of A-T-L to N-Y-C
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When the gunspot got hot, I switched to the D
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When the D spot got hot, I went low key
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Now that Harlem World spot hot, and I'm on TV
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I don't need no fake calls from yo' ass at all
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Just leave me the way you left me and watch me ball
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Repeat 1
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[Nas]
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What, what, uh
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You the reason
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And I thank you, what
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Check it out
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Yo, yo, stormy night, September '73
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Would you believe what my mom recieved from heaven was me?
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Second from me, my younger brother desperate as me
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We see the world alike, type of girls he likes, the girls I like
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The shit that make him mad, it make me hype, bug like that
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Share the same blood like that, grew up around thugs poppin' and shit
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Cardboard boxes of shit, dirt bikes
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But now we hoppin' whips and merc, right?
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Money's my birthright, my righteous birth so I floss
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It's up to you to look inside yourself, see what's yours
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Consecutive times, New Year's Eve, light off nines in the skylines
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Imaginary graves, poor the Henney on it
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Share with my dogs who's here, cuz there's so many gone
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Yeah, Meeno, Ill Will, all my people
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Big Stretch, we'll never forget, our Lord keeps you
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Until we meet again, through my pen y'all can speak through, uh
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Repeat 1
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You Made Me
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Mase |