"Yo Nate, shit is crazy, I shook hands with mad dead niggas yo, all the
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niggas that used to be on the block, Ill Will, Marty, Black Ed, yo Son,
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mad niggas is gone, rest in peace though."
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Verse 1:
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Fifty-Two blocks, Gazelle frames
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bald heads and heavy chains
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somehow caught in the game
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back in '83, before cable TV
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when these so called thug niggas played in the street
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I used to hear the stories
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live niggas here before me
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like the Rich Porters, the Fat Cats, the Pauly's
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outlaw league, from the street to the Pen
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eyes glossy, niggas only speak when they bent
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off the perfect mixture
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forcin' down herbs and liquor
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only hot slugs 'll hurt ya quicker
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think it out and elevate, I gave years to the state
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as a 92-R-7478, it set me straight
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the changing of a stubborn cat
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the one that used to hustle on the block mad hard and loved to rap
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in goose down coats and wool hats, the youth in me
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I guess life on the streets ain't what it used to be.
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Chorus
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I remember! (echo)
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When niggas used to live it up, live it up
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flashin' dough all night
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I remember! (echo)
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when niggas didn't give a fuck, gettin' drunk
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shootin' guns all night.
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Verse 2:
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Straight shots of Hen with no chaser
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mo' paper, stubborn, hard headed like Joe Frazier
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the Gremlins, the pack that I come with
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keep gats by the stomach
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act up and stack hundreds
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niggas don't want it, see me I be the ring leader, Lion tamer
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do the bankhead and Macarena
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a black entertainer, bottom line
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ya'll niggas know who got the hottest rhymes
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face it, I got the whole globe on some Nate shit
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straight from the corners to the covers of the latest Rap Pages
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turn the Projects to black Vegas
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Don Kingin' niggas, make 'em sign blank papers
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It's the American way, do my enemies pray or is it just me?
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hustlin', hopin' the fiends trust me
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talkin' to us, hold up, let me walk you through this
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wannabe pimps, hoes, often shooters
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niggas need to know what the truth is
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fuck the sarcasm
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I miss my nigga Mark but God has 'em
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when I see his flics I start spazzin'
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I learned to let it go
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but I guess livin' this life a nigga never know.
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Chorus
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Verse 3:
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I used to love Starters, thug garments
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boppin' into Spofford, R.O.R. on drug charges
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writin' on walls, florescent markers and krylon
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savin' my loot to buy a firearm
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broken safety, borough hall and Jay street
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hopped the train not knowin' that a fall awaits me
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problems came when I started slingin'
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late night I hear revolvers ringin'
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the echos cause cops to start Rodney Kingin'
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many riots, is there any silence?
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everybody sipped Henny, hustled with many clients
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growin' up on the same block my Pops was raised
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rocked waves, blend tapes playin' on hot days
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brought the speakers out
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police made us put the wrieffer out
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peep it, I was too young to leave the house
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I'm tryin' to see the World, runnin' the streets without a care
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I remember it well 'cause I was there.
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Chorus
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I Remember
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