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To My Nigga who brought me in this world |
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Taught us right Nigga |
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My old dad imported to the family structure |
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Provide her God |
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My moms a queen at university civaliza |
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My pops maybe was late but always came home |
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My moms would put us to bed and she would wait on |
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Soon as he walk in the door she barking |
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I turned out the Jonny Carson |
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Jumped out the bed |
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We grabbed both his legs |
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Me and my brother |
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Not knowing the pain he gave my mother |
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Night after night, fighting yelling at each other |
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My papa played the street all day |
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Mama was either home, at work, while we played inside the hall way |
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She sacrifices all she got to feed us |
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When she was alone she cried by the phone pepping out the window heeding |
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But still I didn't see it |
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Mama hid it from us |
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We was kids younger |
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Till we got bigger, on to |
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Bigger things that we knew what the time was |
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That daddy was leaving the crib and moms love |
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Papa was player, player wasn't papa |
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Papa loved the ladies |
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Never got enough of |
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Pretty brown round |
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Running round town (Shhhhh) |
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Don't tell your mother what's going down |
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Papa was player, player wasn't papa |
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Papa loved the ladies |
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Never got enough of |
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Pretty brown round |
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Running round town (Shhhhh) |
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Don't tell your mother what's going down |
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So many kids I knew, never knew what Pap was |
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That's why I show my pop love |
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He was still around when I fucked up |
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He could have left |
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My moms pregnant shock to death but stayed |
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Watch me crawl till I took my first step, to the first grade |
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To my first fist fight |
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Right behind me he would stand |
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No matter how big or tall he made me fight you like a man |
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Throw dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop your ass and slam |
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He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's fam |
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Roaches and weed all over my crib him and moms relaxing |
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Next thing you know he packing |
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So then I asked him |
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What's this white shit on that plate and your facing? |
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Papa why you butt ass from the waist |
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And who's this lady I'm facing |
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Dark skin you're not my mommy |
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He grabbed me up to run some smooth words by me |
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Promise things that he would buy me |
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If I kept my mouth close and don't tell mommy |
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He said one day I'll understand little me |
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Was in you to side me |
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Papa was player, player wasn't papa |
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Papa loved the ladies |
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Never got enough of |
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Pretty brown round |
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Running round town (Shhhhh) |
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Don't tell your mother what's going down |
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Papa was player, player wasn't papa |
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Papa loved the ladies |
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Never got enough of |
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Pretty brown round |
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Running round town (Shhhhh) |
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Don't tell your mother what's going down |
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Pop's told me hold my own |
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Pop's told me value home |
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Could I help it papa was a rolling stone |
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Who loved the pretty brown round |
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Out of town bound |
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Jumping in his jazz Benz he touring |
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At home I play his latest recordings |
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And it's strange now how, I do my thing now |
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I'm in the game now |
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And heard of it his brain pow |
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To pull strings and gain power |
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From weed habits are same now |
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No white lines to trumpets to tight rhymes |
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And beats that be pumping |
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Before he left he taught me something |
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A child's young years the most important time to be there |
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That's why he stayed till we grew up, respect is still here |
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I'm older now see what having a father's about |
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One day they can be in your life next day they be out |
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It's not because of you, you know the deal |
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Him and your moms feel |
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If they stay together then someone will get killed |
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I love you still |
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Always will |
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Cause that's my nigga |
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Although you felt you was wrong |
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I still feel you kid |
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Life gose on |
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