Woah oh whoa woah Woah oh woah woah I'm a product of the music Don't blame me, blame Jay-Z for me doin' it how I do it Blame B.I.G. for me wantin' to move units Ask P. Diddy why he had to run the city Ask Eminem why he had to sign 50 Now it's one blood against eight or nine niggas I'm like, what's up? I'm the youngin' that had a deal Before I could legally buy a liquor war Blame Snoop for me bein' in the coupe Blowin' airs, beggin' out to B.D. Siegel The true flame, M.O.P. for me mashin' out Cause real niggas hand me up when the cash is out X-Pacta let me rent his thug mansion out So I could ride the E-Road and put a classic out I don't need a platinum plaque I just wanna do gold like old dirty bastards now On the block hustlin' crazy Gettin' shootin' up in front of they babies Look what you made me Moms couldn't do it so lately I've been left for the streets to raise me Look what you made me M.O.P. talk on the team Me not a vibe on the job, just ain't me Look what you made me Look what you made me Look what you made me Look what you made me Blame Nelly for me bein' in the telly Presidential suite like Cass and R. Kelly Blame Hype Williams for me watchin' belly Speedin' through lights, smokin' weed on the celly Callin' up ex like, nigga, how you let me Chill up in the crowd when you was on stage rappin' Blame Merv, got his ***, he gave me his blessing Ex did do you, niggas thought I was eleven So I ran up in the roof and wasn't no half-steppin' I'm dunkin' on big niggas sorta like Kevin Johnson when he did it to Ikeen Blame Dame Dash for me biggin' up my team Can I seem naive or a little obscene To blame everybody but not me Can I see niggas with deals that don't know how to use it Why, they ain't a product of the music On the block hustlin' crazy Bein' shootin' up in front of they babies Look what you made me Moms couldn't do it so lately I've been left for the streets to raise me Look what you made me Pop, drop, haunt, detain me Now the vibe on the job just ain't me Look what you made me Look what you made me Look what you made me Look what you made me Everybody take a look at you, baby And I am the boss of the boxes, nigga Look what you made me Talkin' to all the legends in the game Everybody in hip-hop You can't believe this *** You made me I've made all that I kept the cross for y'all niggas After me, can't believe none This is what you made me I'm a product of this game I'ma get what's comin' to me Music is what I love I was born with it in my blood I'ma give it to you I'ma give it to you I'ma give it to you When nobody believes in you You better get your *** together That's the way of the world You gotta stand on your own With Biggie and Pac in the background I never feel alone Look at what you made me Move Look at what you made me Look at what you made me Look at what you made me Look at what you made me