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Артист: NatureНазвание : I RememberДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop podcast rap queensbridge hip hop Видео:
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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. 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. 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 | Похожие исполнители:
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