Ludacris - Grew Up a Screw Up Lyrics

(feat. Notorious B.I.G. and Young Jeezy)

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(B.I.G.) 
I grew up a fucking screw up 
Got introduced to the game 
To the game and fucking blew up 
(x4) 

Luda: 

(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, Woo 
Yea, grew up a screw up baby, got introduced to the game 
I ain’t took a breath yet, lets go) 

Ever since I was an embryo waitin 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 down, and then I dipped out (Peace!) 
And oh my gosh, the Oshkosh was picked out 
I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out (Woo) 
Somebody get him, the lil nigga’s outta control 
Put a little bitta rum in my bottle, 
I dream about diamonds and gold, gold, gold 
Took grown 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 blessin to rhyme and start reppin 
I was the best in my section 
With flows harder than erections 
Still the best, but I'm grown with more range than a Texan 
I'm a heavy weight, you niggas is lighter than my complexion 

Chorus: 
(B.I.G.) 
I grew up a fucking screw up 
Got introduced to the game 
To the game and fucking blew up 
(x4) 

Young Jeezy: 

(Yea, Yea, Hey 
Y’all really donno what it is, Yea 
What’s happening nigga 
C.T. , hey, you know what is nigga, it’s the 725, Lets go) 

Homie fronted me a sip, shit, I made it a bird, (daamn) 
Its 17 and a half all I need is the words 
See the, ice is cool but them pots is hot 
You let it cook slow but that money come fast (haha) 
I got what you need I hope you brought all the cash 
You know the kid pimpin all over the world (world) 
Hundred karats got me all over your girl (Yeaaaa) 
Five bricks in my Gucci duffle bag 
A corporate thug I run with the players’ circle 
Got a field mob that disturb ya peace 
Blowin Sean j all we do is smoke 
Then its countin my bread 
And I was getting some head, what’s up 

Chorus 

Luda: 

I’m a be all the way real with you, look 
When I came into the game they didn’t do nothing but doubt me 
Now the whole game’s changed and it aint nuttin witout me 
Pickin up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crown 
Only reason you own that song is cause I turned that down 
I went from Hot-Wheels to big wheels (Yea) 
Hyundais to Bentleys (yea) 
And five-course meals, no more Popeye’s and Blimpie’s (yea) 
From alright to handsome (what) 
From one room to mansions (what) 
From hanging on the block to throwin parties in the Hamptons (woo) 
From broke as a joke to rich as a bitch 
I bought a plane and a boat and six other whips 
No more da from dice on the curb to stackin up chips 
But harder, from birds on my nerd to chicks on my dick 
Guard ya women dog, I went from ashy to classy 
Went from a kiss on the cheek to doin the nasty 
Reach a hand in the air and you can play with the stars 
Its not the hand that ya dealt but how youre playing your cards, boy 

Chorus 

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lyrics submitted by irishd877 on 21-09-2006
lyrics corrected on 25-02-2009