Mase - You Made Me Lyrics
[mase]Lets get it on[carl thomas]1 - you made meYou made meYou made me the way I am todayYoure the reason whyI live how I liveCuz you made me the way I am[huddy comb]First of all, I was the worst of allThe first born, took my first breath, it was onAnd thanks to my moms, and some help from nickie bondsI was raised in ways of a don, they gas me like exxonHad me dealin with ex cons, frontin with they rolex onGet sexed on a regular basis, grown women puttin they facesIn all the wrong places, molesting me, now you see why my destinyWas *****ed up cuz my recipeBut I blame my mother cuz I cant blame no otherAnd thats how my game was discoveredMy mom was a sucker, did that bullshit to my brotherBut no matter what, imma love herShe gave me life, even though she got high undercoverIf she die, I cant find me anotherBut look what you made meRepeat 1[meeno]Yeah, you made me this way, since the day I was bornWhen you slid on that crap shit, launch the strongfore long, I realized the same old songNever cat with then bounce on his kids and his spouseAt the beginning, I knew my pops just had to be kiddingHes coming back any day, he wouldnt leave us that wayBut anyway, the time got longer, my anger got strongerIts no time to wonder the money I hungerWithout a blunder, I vowed to be all I could beStarted running guns o.t., me and my code d.Leave from the backstreets of a-t-l to n-y-cWhen the gunspot got hot, I switched to the dWhen the d spot got hot, I went low keyNow that harlem world spot hot, and Im on tvI dont need no fake calls from yo ass at allJust leave me the way you left me and watch me ballRepeat 1[nas]What, what, uhYou the reasonAnd I thank you, whatCheck it outYo, yo, stormy night, september 73Would you believe what my mom recieved from heaven was me?Second from me, my younger brother desperate as meWe see the world alike, type of girls he likes, the girls I likeThe shit that make him mad, it make me hype, bug like thatShare the same blood like that, grew up around thugs poppin and shitCardboard boxes of shit, dirt bikesBut now we hoppin whips and merc, right?Moneys my birthright, my righteous birth so I flossIts up to you to look inside yourself, see whats yoursConsecutive times, new years eve, light off nines in the skylinesImaginary graves, poor the henney on itShare with my dogs whos here, cuz theres so many goneYeah, meeno, ill will, all my peopleBig stretch, well never forget, our lord keeps youUntil we meet again, through my pen yall can speak through, uhRepeat 1
