Remember Me

[talking:]

Hell yeah nigga, ay yo

[Z-Ro:]

Remember me, when I use to write my rhymes in class

At Dick Dowling Middle School, all them niggaz would laugh

Telling me I would never make it, cause I rap too fast

I was desperately trying to find out, how to go from scraps to cash

Remember, how y'all use to chase me home from school

Just cause I sported corduroy britches, and Pro Wing shoes

I use to have a lunch card, cause them times was hard

Since the seven people living in one house, with no cars in the yard

I remember stressing so hard, I couldn't keep my focus

My only love was for extras, and overs

Fuck all you niggaz, don't make me slap the fuck out all you niggaz

If it ain't related to making paper, I ain't calling you niggaz

I bet Mo City remember, when I took it over with rapping

51-11 Ridgevan, moving that crack bitch I was stacking

Residuals redeemingly, I was raw mayn raw caine

Rapidly running my neighborhood, I was the law mayn

'Member when I dropped my first album, in '98

Fucking with Herman Fisher, but now that nigga hate me he's a cake

Suppose to be mad at me, tal'n bout I owe him some change

Nigga just mad cause they can't eat with me, I eat with Lil' James

Rap-A-Lot Mafia my man, y'all remember the Maab

This isn't Den-Den and Z-Ro, y'all better remember the squad

Two different labels but the same cable, remember we connected

Woodfair to Missouri City, two block of Screwed Up Texas

[Hook: x2]

Remember me, I'm the one they laughed at in all my classes

They use to rank on my low budget clothes, and my glasses

Remember me, the same one they use to call egghead

Now I play with fed bread, and sleep on Gucci bed spreads

[P.O.P.:]

I remember the winters in the hood, no heat cold nights

No gas no lights, a ghetto low life

So my flow twice as strong, from the memories

I remember when my closest homies, turned to enemies

See niggaz tend to be, down when your bread up

But when you in the quicksand, they frown cause your legs stuck

Yeah I remember that, so you remember this

Hard times be my fuel, so I ain't finna quit

I vividly, R-E-M-E-M-B-E-R

Craig up in the E-R, bloody getting CPR

So before, the reaper come and turn me to a memory

I endlessly spit the heat, for the people to remember me

Me P.O.P., so many forgot bout

But not I, this for those who remember little Popeye

And I remember hot guys, ridiculed the flow

Now I'm front and center nigga, haters finna do me so

[Hook x2]

[Bun B:]

Shit I remember back in the game, it was tough

No matter what a nigga had, it was never enough

See if I had five I wanted ten, and if I had ten I wanted twenty

Fuck having some, shit I wanted plenty

Back in the gap, when I first hit the block

With my first 25, and a hand full of rocks

Posted up at Samantha house on the West, on the porch

Ready to give my nigga some work, or give him the torch

I remember telling my T, I wasn't going to college

And was headed to the streets, to get the rest of my knowledge

That broke her heart, and for that I had to go

So I went from the sidelines, to starring in the show

Everything came slow, and nothing came fast

Most times I was out of luck, and dead on my ass

But with the heart of a hustler, and the mind of a G

I came up, now I'm something to see Bun B

[Hook x2]