[Intro:]
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If you don't give a little somethin' back
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to your family, you ain't shit in my book.
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Come On Boy...
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I was her baby, she guided me through life,
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She whipped my ass for doin' wrong,
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Rewarded me for doin' right,
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I caused so many tears to roll down her face,
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I was just young n dumb n needed my space,
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But you was there for me, I could depend on you,
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When I lost my first tooth, when I had pneumonia,
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You put your own house up ta keep me outta jail,
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I didn't raise no snitches boy, you betta not tell,
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I'm gonna go do this time up off the street,
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Just send me five or ten dollars a week,
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Every Sunday bring me somethin' to eat,
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Some chicken or macaroni, some brownies, somethin' sweet,
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N to make it complete, I wanna whole pitcher of my Nanny's ice tea,
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What she won't do for the rest y'all she gonna do for me,
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Like she held me down I'm gonna hold her down,
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Baby's a superstar, y'all can't control me now...
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Uhn..Uhn...
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[Chorus:]
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Without you,
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There's no me,
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Without roots,
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There's no tree,
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There would be no history,
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Without You,
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Who taught me how to scratch a dog, shoot at home,
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Which ones to mess with, which ones to leave alone,
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Who told me lifes hard on yo' own,
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Listen to me n you can live to be grown,
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Perhaps you won't have to pay the dues I done paid,
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Or make the same mistakes that your uncle made,
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He was so real, Cadillacs, new Sevilles,
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Pocket full of big bills, nerve pills,
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I'm the new generation automatics and chrome wheels,
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Raised by the old code, boy you don't squeal,
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Uhn uhn, you don't rat, don't snitch,
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You never fuck with a man dogs, money, or his bitch,
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N in this life there very few free lunches,
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Take your boxes with yo' bruises, roll with the punches,
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When they tell you you was wrong tell 'em fuck y'all,
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I could've never fed my family with a football,
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It's a'ight to have some weaknesses, it ain't a'ight to let 'em show,
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You'd didn't have no break in stints, so why the hell you let 'em know,
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Somethin' I had to pay a price for I'm givin' you free,
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Just hopin' you can grow up n be even bigger than me, Yo...
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[Chorus]
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So much more than a portrait on my upper arm,
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He was the bomb, my dad an' my mom,
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Huh I sit back an' smoke, thinkin' bout way back when,
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tears trickle off my cheek onta an 8x10,
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Don't even seem as though you really gone,
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I'm still stunned, you treated me like a son,
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An' no one made you, a lil' bad ass boy,
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But still you raised me, and in the process,
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I damn near drove nanny crazy,
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By the way she's doing good,
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She took it better than we ever thought she would,
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You had to suffer so we understood,
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Probably the last time we gonna come togetha as one,
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They, my family n we ain't seen each other in months,
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Experiencin' harder times with every day,
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I find myself sayin' what would papa say,
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If you were here, you'd guide me through this,
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No doubt, but your gone, n' I'm grown, n' I know...
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[Chorus]
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Without You
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Haystak |