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[Intro] 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? |
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Uhh 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 [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 |
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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 |
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I wake up |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 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, |
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I know you motherfuckers feel me, uhh |
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So when you see me in the city with my |
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T lady 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 [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 [Pimp C] |
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Yeah tight, that's right |
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I was young, |
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I used to get sick a lot |
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Now I'm rich puttin it down with |
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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 |
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I put that [?] on his ass |
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Ay, ay, ay [Chorus] |
