Harlem World

Harlem World - You Made Me songtekst

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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
 Repeat 1
 [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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Publisher: So So Def, All Out! Records

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Uitgegeven in: 1999

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: The Movement (1999)

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