Ludacris - Grew Up A Screw Up Lyrics

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[Notorious B.I.G. sample:] "I grew up a fucking screw-up

Got introduced to the game to the game then fucking blew up"

[Intro: Ludacris speaking over B.I.G. sample repeated]

Yeah! Dedicated to all my hustlers that's a product of they environment

Whether getting money legally or ILLEGALLY

We gotta do what we gotta do to survive man!

Yeah! Grew up a screw up baby

Got introduced to the game I ain't took a breath yet

Let's go!

[Ludacris]

Ever since I was an embryo waiting to shape up and ship out

Something in my brain said "Wake up and kick out!"

Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped out

Cause when I came I was draped up and dripped out

Snip the umbilical spit the government chip out

Peace up A-Town gone and then I dipped out

And oh my gosh the Osh Kosh was picked out

I slipped in even my baby stroller was tricked out

Somebody get him the lil' nigga's out of control

Put a lil' bit of rum in my bottle I'll dream about diamonds and gold

Gold gold to grow from an infant to toddler was effervescent

The essence of adolescence got my body feeling fresh'n

Fresh'n fresh'n and it was a blessing to rhyme and start rapping

I was the best in my section with flows hard than erections

Still the best but now I'm grown with more range than a tec's

And I'm a heavyweight you niggas is lighter than my complexion

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[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. sample variations repeat 4X]

[Young Jeezy]

Ayyyy

Y'all already know what it is

I'ma tell you nigga

C.T. know what it is 'bout 17-5

Homey fronted me a sip shit I made it a bird

That's seventeen and a half all I need is the word

Say the ice is cool but them pots is hot

You better cook slow but that money come fast

I got what you need I hope you brought all the cash

You know the kid pimping all over the world

A hundred carats got me all over your girl

YEAHHHHHHHHHHH five freaks and my Gucci duffle bag

A corporate thug I run with a Playaz Circle

I got a Field Mob that'll +Disturb+ your +Peace+

Blowing Sean Jay all we do is smoke

Finish counting my bread and I was getting some head

What's up?

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]

I'ma be all the way real with this look

When I came into the game they ain't do nothing but doubt me

Now the whole game's changed and it ain't nothing without me

Picking up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crown

Only reason you on that song is cause I turned that down

I went from Hot Wheels to big wheels Hyundais to Bentleys

And five course meals no more Popeye's and Blimpie's

From alright to handsome from one room to mansions

From hanging on the block to throwing parties in the Hamptons

From broke as a joke to rich as a bitch I bought a

Plane and a boat and six other whips no MARTA

From dice on the curb to stacking up chips but harder

From birds on my nerves to chicks on my DICK! Guard your

Women dawg I went from ashy to classy

Went from a kiss on the cheek to doing the nasty

Reach your hand up in the air and you can play with the stars

It's not the hand that you're dealt but how you're playing your cards

Boyyy!

[Chorus]

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