I Remember Lyrics - Singles - Nature

"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 pauly's 

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 ain't what it used to be. 

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Chorus 

I remember! (echo) 

When niggas used to live it up, live it up 

Flashin' dough all night 

I remember! (echo) 

When niggas didn't 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 don't want it, see me I be the ring leader, lion tamer 

Do the bankhead and macarena 

A black entertainer, bottom line 

Ya'll 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 

It's 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. 

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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 

I'm tryin' to see the world, runnin' the streets without a care 

I remember it well 'cause I was there. 

Chorus