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Look At Me Now
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beanie Sigel
Beanie Sigel
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Best
A. Best
Songwriter
Angelo Bond
Angelo Bond
Songwriter
Dwight Grant
Dwight Grant
Songwriter
Gerrell Gaddis
Gerrell Gaddis
Songwriter
Leonard Perry
Leonard Perry
Songwriter
Maldrige Cowart
Maldrige Cowart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BUCKWILD
BUCKWILD
Producer
Carlisle Young
Carlisle Young
Recording Engineer
Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

If you could look at me now My hair was knotty then Nose snotty then Sweats, no pockets then Sweatin', no problems then Facts? Off the potty then News? Watchin karate then Muddas playin double dutch She was hop-scotchin' then Me- Girl watchin' then Crooked little eye (eye) Hump-back, tryna hump that Yes I (I) Couldn't play because I'm poo They thought I was mockin them Gramz Said I was devilish Been knew I was rotten then School Been dropped out Neva really clockin' in Popz Been dropped out, Neva really stoppin' in Momz Tryna lock me out Cops Tryna lock me in Damn, Devilish one with Pellet-guns Grew from Sling-shottin' them (uh) To sling-shootin' them Dice all day Kept hook shot Nice all day Right hook fight Nice all day Nigga left for a night To keep money right all day Break a night all day If you could look at me now if you could look at me now Let me smoke with you young'in Yo I was pop-lockin' Then Card-board boxin Then Me I was up the center 3-D Lockin' in Strong arm Robbin' then Started car Poppin' in ME Skinny toots, Telly boots, Marley Park and El Got in trouble with Passion Was from parkin' them Other Jacks, diffeferent sets Started sparkin' him I had the four-teen gauge My nigga Larken then How it made front page He caught a spark from them He got gauged in his leg Still was walkin' then 8-toss, shook it off Kept sparkin' them All heads aint help We had more heart then them We squashed that war Got some wall Stayed apart from them Down in Iraq, they give me dap I'm takin' pounds from clowns You shake my hand like a grown man (grown man) Ya aint see it like Tony and old man Mob-style f'real This is my life-style f'real If you could look at me now Now its big buisnesses You see them big bentley-skids You see them Bee's on those shiny-ass Rims of his You can't find him in the woods With his kids with his Mob cookin breakfast with no S.W.A.T A good day this is You could bullshit with rap if you want I pull the bullshit to the back And put rap in front Now I'm State-Prop flickin' it State-Prop stitchin' it I'm paper soldier yall Your boy gettin' rich I see a kid's hair knotty now They nose snotty now So what I do I try to turn they frown around I make 'em smile a day If only for a while a day I give them dollar-day That's my ghetto holliday I must say for myself I'm feelin proud today My life is shaped Like I run about a mile a day I dedicate this to the ones that Counted me out And looked at me down Just look at me now I know y'all see me Look at me now man I'm killin' this shit Sheed, check your boy out man Your boy got businesses man I done came up on my own nigga I'm a CEO nigga Clothing line cartoons, movies, name it nigga Bullshit with rap if you want I'm a big-boy-toy driver nigga With unlaced airforce 1's with no license Holla at me nigga Y'all can't tell me shit Look at me now
Writer(s): Anthony Best, Dwight Grant, Wilbur Gerrell Gaddis, Leonard Perry, Maldridge Cowart, Katherine Ruth Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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