Remember Me

歌詞

(feat. Bun B & P.O.P.) [talking:] Hell yeah nigga, ay yo [Z-Ro:] Remember me, when I use to write my rhymes in class At Dick Dall 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]