Remember Me
(专辑: I'm Still Livin' - 2006)
[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]