Mase

Mase - You Made Me lyrics

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[Mase]

Let's get it on



[Carl Thomas]

1 - 	You made me

	You made me

	You made me the way I am today

	You're the reason why

	I live how I live

	Cuz you made me the way I am



[Huddy Comb]

First of all, I was the worst of all

The first born, took my first breath, it was on

And thanks to my moms, and some help from Nickie Bonds

I was raised in ways of a Don, they gas me like Exxon

Had me dealin' with ex cons, frontin' with they Rolex on

Get sexed on a regular basis, grown women puttin' they faces

In all the wrong places, molesting me, now you see why my destiny

Was fucked up cuz my recipe

But I blame my mother cuz I can't blame no other

And that's how my game was discovered

My mom was a sucker, did that bullshit to my brother

But no matter what, I'mma love her

She gave me life, even though she got high undercover

If she die, I can't find me another

But look what you made me



Repeat 1



[Meeno]

Yeah, you made me this way, since the day I was born

When you slid on that crap shit, launch the strong

'Fore long, I realized the same old song

Never cat with then bounce on his kids and his spouse

At the beginning, I knew my pops just had to be kidding

He's coming back any day, he wouldn't leave us that way

But anyway, the time got longer, my anger got stronger

It's no time to wonder the money I hunger

Without a blunder, I vowed to be all I could be

Started running guns O.T., me and my code D. 

Leave from the backstreets of A-T-L to N-Y-C

When the gunspot got hot, I switched to the D

When the D spot got hot, I went low key

Now that Harlem World spot hot, and I'm on TV

I don't need no fake calls from yo' ass at all

Just leave me the way you left me and watch me ball



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[Nas]

What, what, uh

You the reason

And I thank you, what

Check it out



Yo, yo, stormy night, September '73

Would you believe what my mom recieved from heaven was me?

Second from me, my younger brother desperate as me

We see the world alike, type of girls he likes, the girls I like

The shit that make him mad, it make me hype, bug like that

Share the same blood like that, grew up around thugs poppin' and shit

Cardboard boxes of shit, dirt bikes

But now we hoppin' whips and merc, right?

Money's my birthright, my righteous birth so I floss

It's up to you to look inside yourself, see what's yours 

Consecutive times, New Year's Eve, light off nines in the skylines

Imaginary graves, poor the Henney on it

Share with my dogs who's here, cuz there's so many gone

Yeah, Meeno, Ill Will, all my people

Big Stretch, we'll never forget, our Lord keeps you

Until we meet again, through my pen y'all can speak through, uh



Repeat 1
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