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Cut, cut, cut, cut Yo, I gotta backache, stomach ache, diarrhea, vomitin' Cold feet, runny nose, headache, insomnia Cranky, moody, burpin' while I'm cursin' Baby chair tied in a suburban drinkin' burpin' I'm only three and gotta chip Motorola A hoochie babysitter with snitches by the stroller Lyin, cryin, whinin', teasin' s*ckin' titties like I had years of breast feedin' In the beginin' I was sinnin' Kept my Mama back and forth To the hospital for the constant kickin' Kept them a*s whippin', I'm gettin' them all Show off like Fodolo, so f**k all y'all Do you get your a*s whipped wish your mom's bad luck? Like ahuh you, you get hit by a truck Playin' catch a girl, f**k a girl, put 'em in a sandwich Just a young boy doin' grown man shit Just a young boy doin' grown man shit I'm just a young boy doin' grown man shit Like kickin' your a*s Yo, I'm just a young boy doin' grown man shit Smokin' weed I'm just a young boy doin' grown man shit All day, all night Yo, I'm only thirteen puttin' in work Rockin' Chinese shoes with high top converse but first We was all gas watchin' 'Game Of Death' with Bruce Walkin' home from the movies Yo, I thought about the s*x often I even kept a heartland for the white girls on magic garden Light skin, chubby and shit Ran my Mama phone bill for callin' Biggs, Biggs, Biggs The old hands used to make them little niggaz fight The lead patch was the shit if you snitch it right And everybody knew the pattern of Pac Man Rams was fifteen and that then was happenin' Niggaz used to get robbed at twin city I was cuttin' on S L's glue with a penny When E P M D dropped its my thing I said, "Damn, I gotta get up in this rap game" I'm just a young boy doin' grown man shit Yo yo, I'm just a young boy doin' grown man shit Like touchin' your titties Yo, I'm just a young boy doin' grown man shit I'm just a young boy doin' grown man shit Like stealin' my Mama's car I used to tell my sis' I'm gonna make it bitch So close to gettin' on I could taste the shit In a hot a*s room cuttin' smooth operator In my last year at west side high I barely made it Flippin' eight balls, going to Montclair state I pa*sed one cla*s and still owe their a*s cake For quick cash, doc hit up thirteenth ave Sell white boys oregano dash then we laughed That was the days now the times switched up Son either walk them dogs, snuff it or get snuffed Them ho's got triflin' but much thicker My weed got better so easily I f**ked shit up I test y'all with my def squad cam And I don't stage show dive unless y'all amp To all my fans, "Yo! Arrivederci to you" And any ho that didn't blow doc, I never knew you Now I'm a grown man doin' grown man's shit Yo yo, now I'm a grown man doin' grown man's shit Like still sqeezin' your titties I'm just a grown man doin' grown man's shit With a big a*s car Yo, I'm a grown man doin' grown man's shit Rollin' better credit Yo yo, I'm a grown man doin' grown man's shit Yo yo, shit is crazy I'm a grown man doin' grown man's shit Like smackin' your a*s Yo, I'm a grown man doin' grown man's shit Like shavin' my beard Yo, I'm a grown man doin' grown man's shit I got hair on my chest look at it You can f**k my heart, you can plough my balls You can [incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible]