[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 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 '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 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 crack shit, 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' 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, '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