(feat. Bun B & P.O.P.)[talking:]Hell yeah nigga, ay yo[Z-Ro:]Remember me, when I use to write my rhymes in classAt Dick Dall Middle School, all them niggaz would laughTelling me I would never make it, cause I rap too fastI was desperately trying to find out, how to go from scraps to cashRemember, how y'all use to chase me home from schoolJust cause I sported corduroy britches, and Pro Wing shoesI use to have a lunch card, cause them times was hardSince the seven people living in one house, with no cars in the yardI remember stressing so hard, I couldn't keep my focusMy only love was for extras, and oversFuck all you niggaz, don't make me slap the fuck out all you niggazIf it ain't related to making paper, I ain't calling you niggazI bet Mo City remember, when I took it over with rapping51-11 Ridgevan, moving that crack bitch I was stackingResiduals redeemingly, I was raw mayn raw caineRapidly running my neighborhood, I was the law mayn'Member when I dropped my first album, in '98Fucking with Herman Fisher, but now that nigga hate me he's a cakeSuppose to be mad at me, tal'n bout I owe him some changeNigga just mad cause they can't eat with me, I eat with Lil' JamesRap-A-Lot Mafia my man, y'all remember the MaabThis isn't Den-Den and Z-Ro, y'all better remember the squadTwo different labels but the same cable, remember we connectedWoodfair to Missouri City, two block of Screwed Up Texas[Hook: x2]Remember me, I'm the one they laughed at in all my classesThey use to rank on my low budget clothes, and my glassesRemember me, the same one they use to call eggheadNow I play with fed bread, and sleep on Gucci bed spreads[P.O.P.:]I remember the winters in the hood, no heat cold nightsNo gas no lights, a ghetto low lifeSo my flow twice as strong, from the memoriesI remember when my closest homies, turned to enemiesSee niggaz tend to be, down when your bread upBut when you in the quicksand, they frown cause your legs stuckYeah I remember that, so you remember thisHard times be my fuel, so I ain't finna quitI vividly, R-E-M-E-M-B-E-RCraig up in the E-R, bloody getting CPRSo before, the reaper come and turn me to a memoryI endlessly spit the heat, for the people to remember meMe P.O.P., so many forgot boutBut not I, this for those who remember little PopeyeAnd I remember hot guys, ridiculed the flowNow I'm front and center nigga, haters finna do me so[Hook x2][Bun B:]Shit I remember back in the game, it was toughNo matter what a nigga had, it was never enoughSee if I had five I wanted ten, and if I had ten I wanted twentyFuck having some, shit I wanted plentyBack in the gap, when I first hit the blockWith my first 25, and a hand full of rocksPosted up at Samantha house on the West, on the porchReady to give my nigga some work, or give him the torchI remember telling my T, I wasn't going to collegeAnd was headed to the streets, to get the rest of my knowledgeThat broke her heart, and for that I had to goSo I went from the sidelines, to starring in the showEverything came slow, and nothing came fastMost times I was out of luck, and dead on my assBut with the heart of a hustler, and the mind of a GI came up, now I'm something to see Bun B[Hook x2]
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