Oh daddy
You know you make me cry
How can you love me
I can't understand why
[Beanie Sigel
That's what they yellin when they grab me
Eyes are swellin cryin tryin to stab me
Once they realize they can't have me
When I leave 'em try to let 'em down easy like
I snatch your heart so easy like Valentine
Can't get caught up in that loop again
Never letting Cupid in
Boo you buggin ain't no time to be lovin
Man the grip on my pistol only thing I be huggin
It's mack daddy not your daddy mack
B**ch you got it criss-crossed (scrap)
I ain't havin that
I can't have your back
Look how you act when I had your back
Picture me havin that back to back
I pimp proper like shrimp-lobster
Check out my pimp-posture
Even my limp proper mama
I can't help what's runnin down your face
I moved your a** into that furnished place
Like you earned that space
[Chorus
[Beanie Sigel
God damn baby you had me
All the twirlies in the caddy used to take it back gladly
We was tighter than Tommy Buns and Keesha
You cleant my guns count my ones bagged the **
Sh*t I thought you was the one - you was my b**ch
The one that never snitched
Taught you how to bust a fifth sh*t
I taught you how to push a whip
Taught you how to suck a dick
Taught you how to fluff a brick
But you got more drama than a B-mama
Got me goin through the motions like C Thomas
With the b******t he say she say
The b**ch is mad cause my jams kick like Eastbay
Mad cause they mans got they kicks on replay
How you drop from celebrity status
Pushin Bent to niggaz in celebrity wagons
In them sucka type Jags
Now you f**kin type mad
[Chorus
[Young Chris
Oh mommy its so sad
We had it together
You had it whenever
That's yo bad
You f**ked up
It wasn't meant to be
You lucked up
Told me at the end don't trust her
See that's when all the b******t started
That's what three me in reverse counter-clockwise
In my mind I swore that we would work
But I guess that I was wrong
Ran into a dead end
Unfaithful b**ch
You f**ked the ni**a I was blazin with
Fugazied sh*t
It wasn't him it was the paper sh*t
Nowadays its all about the latest sh*t
That or they favorite car
Or get paper from ball
Unless your label all that
And you labeled as stars
Makin the millions
Got them b**ches willin to do
Whatever it takes
Takin it off or willin to screw
Whoever I bring
Guess it's a celebrity thing
But I was never ashamed
I was blessed with the game
[00:01.19]Oh daddy
[00:03.13]You know you make me cry
[00:06.13]How can you love me
[00:09.19]I can't understand why
[00:11.00][Beanie Sigel
[00:27.17]That's what they yellin when they grab me
[00:29.05]Eyes are swellin cryin tryin to stab me
[00:31.74]Once they realize they can't have me
[00:34.36]When I leave 'em try to let 'em down easy like
[00:36.78]I snatch your heart so easy like Valentine
[00:40.41]Can't get caught up in that loop again
[00:43.10]Never letting Cupid in
[00:44.22]Boo you buggin ain't no time to be lovin
[00:46.60]Man the grip on my pistol only thing I be huggin
[00:49.53]It's mack daddy not your daddy mack
[00:53.00]B**ch you got it criss-crossed (scrap)
[00:55.12]I ain't havin that
[00:56.25]I can't have your back
[00:57.63]Look how you act when I had your back
[01:00.13]Picture me havin that back to back
[01:01.88]I pimp proper like shrimp-lobster
[01:03.06]Check out my pimp-posture
[01:05.00]Even my limp proper mama
[01:08.38]I can't help what's runnin down your face
[01:10.69]I moved your a** into that furnished place
[01:13.44]Like you earned that space
[01:15.19][Chorus
[01:15.82][Beanie Sigel
[01:40.38]God damn baby you had me
[01:41.81]All the twirlies in the caddy used to take it back gladly
[01:44.63]We was tighter than Tommy Buns and Keesha
[01:47.69]You cleant my guns count my ones bagged the **
[01:50.46]Sh*t I thought you was the one - you was my b**ch
[01:53.40]The one that never snitched
[01:55.03]Taught you how to bust a fifth sh*t
[01:57.96]I taught you how to push a whip
[01:59.84]Taught you how to suck a dick
[02:01.40]Taught you how to fluff a brick
[02:03.40]But you got more drama than a B-mama
[02:05.47]Got me goin through the motions like C Thomas
[02:09.15]With the b******t he say she say
[02:11.96]The b**ch is mad cause my jams kick like Eastbay
[02:15.21]Mad cause they mans got they kicks on replay
[02:18.09]How you drop from celebrity status
[02:20.84]Pushin Bent to niggaz in celebrity wagons
[02:23.96]In them sucka type Jags
[02:25.53]Now you f**kin type mad
[02:27.59][Chorus
[02:28.28][Young Chris
[02:52.74]Oh mommy its so sad
[02:53.99]We had it together
[02:54.98]You had it whenever
[02:55.86]That's yo bad
[02:57.05]You f**ked up
[02:58.11]It wasn't meant to be
[02:59.55]You lucked up
[03:00.42]Told me at the end don't trust her
[03:02.74]See that's when all the b******t started
[03:04.74]That's what three me in reverse counter-clockwise
[03:06.80]In my mind I swore that we would work
[03:09.55]But I guess that I was wrong
[03:11.05]Ran into a dead end
[03:12.30]Unfaithful b**ch
[03:13.42]You f**ked the ni**a I was blazin with
[03:15.98]Fugazied sh*t
[03:16.86]It wasn't him it was the paper sh*t
[03:18.99]Nowadays its all about the latest sh*t
[03:21.11]That or they favorite car
[03:22.99]Or get paper from ball
[03:24.49]Unless your label all that
[03:26.05]And you labeled as stars
[03:27.49]Makin the millions
[03:28.93]Got them b**ches willin to do
[03:30.43]Whatever it takes
[03:31.30]Takin it off or willin to screw
[03:33.67]Whoever I bring
[03:34.68]Guess it's a celebrity thing
[03:36.42]But I was never ashamed
[03:38.24]I was blessed with the game