I Remember

"yo nate, shit is crazy, I shook hands with mad dead niggas yo, all the

Niggas that used to be on the block, ill will, marty, black ed, yo son,

Mad niggas is gone, rest in peace though."

Verse 1:

Fifty-two blocks, gazelle frames

Bald heads and heavy chains

Somehow caught in the game

Back in 83, before cable tv

When these so called thug niggas played in the street

I used to hear the stories

Live niggas here before me

Like the rich porters, the fat cats, the paulys

Outlaw league, from the street to the pen

Eyes glossy, niggas only speak when they bent

Off the perfect mixture

Forcin down herbs and liquor

Only hot slugs ll hurt ya quicker

Think it out and elevate, I gave years to the state

As a 92-r-7478, it set me straight

The changing of a stubborn cat

The one that used to hustle on the block mad hard and loved to rap

In goose down coats and wool hats, the youth in me

I guess life on the streets aint what it used to be.

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I remember! (echo)

When niggas used to live it up, live it up

Flashin dough all night

I remember! (echo)

When niggas didnt give a fuck, gettin drunk

Shootin guns all night.

Verse 2:

Straight shots of hen with no chaser

Mo paper, stubborn, hard headed like joe frazier

The gremlins, the pack that I come with

Keep gats by the stomach

Act up and stack hundreds

Niggas dont want it, see me I be the ring leader, lion tamer

Do the bankhead and macarena

A black entertainer, bottom line

Yall niggas know who got the hottest rhymes

Face it, I got the whole globe on some nate shit

Straight from the corners to the covers of the latest rap pages

Turn the projects to black vegas

Don kingin niggas, make em sign blank papers

Its the american way, do my enemies pray or is it just me?

Hustlin, hopin the fiends trust me

Talkin to us, hold up, let me walk you through this

Wannabe pimps, hoes, often shooters

Niggas need to know what the truth is

Fuck the sarcasm

I miss my nigga mark but God has em

When I see his flics I start spazzin

I learned to let it go

But I guess livin this life a nigga never know.

Chorus

Verse 3:

I used to love starters, thug garments

Boppin into spofford, r.o.r. on drug charges

Writin on walls, florescent markers and krylon

Savin my loot to buy a firearm

Broken safety, borough hall and jay street

Hopped the train not knowin that a fall awaits me

Problems came when I started slingin

Late night I hear revolvers ringin

The echos cause cops to start rodney kingin

Many riots, is there any silence?

Everybody sipped henny, hustled with many clients

Growin up on the same block my pops was raised

Rocked waves, blend tapes playin on hot days

Brought the speakers out

Police made us put the wrieffer out

Peep it, I was too young to leave the house

Im tryin to see the world, runnin the streets without a care

I remember it well cause I was there.

Chorus