Harlem World - You Made Me (feat. Carl Thomas & Nas) lyrics

(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 'cause 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 s**ed on a regular basis, grown women puttin' they faces In all the wrong places, molesting me, now you see why my destiny Was f**ked up 'cause my recipe But I blame my mother 'cause I can't blame no other And that's how my game was discovered My mom was a s**er, did that bullsh** 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 crack sh**, mom be strong 'Fore long, I realized the same old song Another cat that done bounced on his kid 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' a** 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 sh** that make him mad, it make me hype, bug like that Share the same blood like that, grew up around thugs poppin' and sh** Cardboard boxes of sh**, 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, 'cause there's so many gone Yeah, Meeno, Ill Will, all my people Big Stretch, we'll never forget, Allah keeps you Until we meet again, through my pen y'all can speak through, uh Repeat 1