[Intro]
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I wanna dedicate this song to my momma, knahmtalkinbout?
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Happy birthday momma (hey momma, sheeeit) happy birthday
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Through all the bullshit niggaz tryin to kill us, yup
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Yeah, y'knahmsayin? Uhh
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The false divorces, child support court (that's right), all that
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Nigga droppin out of school you stuck by me knahmtalkinbout?
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Thank you... goin to jail
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So a lot of motherfuckers be sayin stars up in the sky
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But my star right here, that's my angel, knahmtalkinbout?
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Check this out
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[Pimp C]
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I been on top of the world, and been on bottom of the grind
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I came through in the fresh cars, playin surround
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I been in the city sellin crack at the dopefiends
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Tryin to come up Houston be strung out on promethazine
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I used to smoke fry, wasn't scared to die
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Every day when I wake up I wanted to get high
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My momma came and got me from that devil dope
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And keep me good even though I used to choose hoes
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And sometimes with her older family members a lil' bit wrong
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But that's how I came up, makin rap songs
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I been in this shit since 16, comin up
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And puttin motherfuckers up on this thang up in this rap scene
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Uhh, and when they took my money
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Momma never ever looked at me funny, now check it out
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The manager I had wasn't shit
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The nigga stole everything and snorted coke like a bitch
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My momma stepped into this shit and went to every town
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that we came to, every city puttin it down
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And when them niggaz wanted to kill me, my momma said
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Fuck that bitch, I know you motherfuckers feel me, uhh
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So when you see me in the city with my T lady
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Best believe we comin up and we ain't livin shady
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I'm her baby, and that is my only momma
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I'll kill you bitch-ass niggaz if you brang the drama
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[Chorus: sung]
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My angel... an-gel, that angel is mine, annn-gel
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I found my an-gel, annn-gel, that angel is miiiine
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Annn-gel
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[Pimp C]
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Yeah tight, that's right
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I was young, I used to get sick a lot
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Now I'm rich puttin it down with Rap-A-Lot
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I used to have the flu, cold, and pneumonia
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Niggaz always tried to come and try to move on ya
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Cause in my city you either got to be a hustler
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Or you're out on the corner, smokin crack and a buster
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So I had to come up fast
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When niggaz come through I put that [?] on his ass
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Ay, ay, ay
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[Chorus]
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My Angel
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| Pimp C |
