Lyrics Language: Scots Song writer/composer(s): Leonard Perry, Anthony Best, Gerrell Gaddis, Katie Lee Davis, Dwight Grant, Mallory Cowart
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Beanie SigelLook At Me Now Lyrics:
My hair was knotty then, nose snotty then
Sweats, no pockets then, sweatin', no problems then
Facts? Off the potty then, news? Watchin' karate then
Muddas playin' double dutch, she was hop-scotchin' then
Me, girl watchin' then, crooked little eye, eye
Hump-back, tryna hump that, yes I, I
Couldn't play because I'm poo, they thought I was mockin' them
Gramz said, I was devilish, been knew I was rotten then
School, been dropped out, neva really clockin' in
Popz, been dropped out, neva really stoppin' in
Momz, tryna lock me out, cops tryna lock me in
Damn, devilish one with pellet-guns, grew from
Sling-shotin' them, uhh, to sling-shootin' them
Dice all day, kept hook, shot nice all day, right hook fight
Nice all day, nigga left for a night, to keep money right all day
Break a night all day
If you could look at me now
If you could look at me now
Let me smoke with you young'un
If you could look at me now
Yo I was pop-lockin' then, card-board boxin' then
Me, I was up the center 3-D, lockin' in
Strong-arm, robbin' then, started car, poppin' in
Me, Skinny toots, Telly boots, Marley Park and El
Got in trouble with Passion, was from parkin' them
Other Jacks, different sets, started sparkin' him
I had the fourteen gauge, my nigga Larken then
How it made front page, he caught a spark from them
He got gauged in his leg, still was walkin' then
8 toss, shook it off, kept sparkin' them
All heads ain't help, we had more heart then them
We squashed that war, got some wall, stayed apart from them
Down in Iraq, they give me dap, I'm takin' pounds from clowns
You shake my hand like a grown man, grown man
Ya ain't see it like Tony and old man, Mob-style ferreal
This is my life-style ferreal
If you could look at me now
If you could look at me now
If you could look at me now
Now it's big businesses, you see them big Bentley-skids
You see them Bee's on those shiny-ass, rims of his
You can't find him in the woods, with his kids with his
Mob cookin' breakfast with no SWAT, a good day this is
You could bull-shit with rap if you want
I pull the bull-shit to the back and put rap in front
Now I'm State-Prop flickin' it, State-Prop stitchin' it
I'm paper soldier ya'll, your boy getting' rich
I see a kids hair, knotty now, they nose, snotty now
So what I do, I try to turn they frown around
I make 'em smile a day, if only for a while a day
I give them dollar-day, that's my ghetto holliday
I must say for myself, I'm feelin' proud today
My life is shaped, like I run about a mile a day
I dedicate this to the one's that counted me out
And looked at me down, just look at me now
If you could look at me now
Yeah, I know y'all see me, look at me now man
If you could look at me now
I'm killin' this shit
Sheed, check your boy out man
Your boy got buisnesses man
I done came up on my own nigga, I'm a CEO nigga
Clothing line, cartoons, movies, name it nigga
Bullshit with rap if you want
I'm a big boy toy driver nigga
With unlaced airforce 1's with no license
Holla at me nigga, y'all can't tell me shit
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