I remember we was wilin’
My first half of SP but this was way before the mob
Everybody got a rock
Tryin’ to prove like a mutherf**er, try me I’ve popped (I’ve stopped)
We been on the Henny f**ed up
This was when I was skinny and f**ed up
n***a cluckin’ for blood, get f**ed up
Memphis grisly, n***a we f**ed up
You remember that December when they ran with the money
Baltimore tryin’ to sue us, n***as playing with the money
Went to war had a lot of n***as running
Behind bars like a boss, how I’m coming
Cancer hit I got scars on my stomach
I remember all the nights you was stressing ’bout your momma
Made me pick the phone up and call my motherf**ing momma
And say “I love you momma”
We was young and f**ed up in the head
Drinkin’ from the river if you f**in’ with my bread
Had a little money, but we living in the red
Living in the red, meaning we ain’t got it like we said, keep it real with’ it
Remember we first got a deal, n***a
And you dropped “bad b**h” gave me “that sh** is real n***a?”
I was still in the field with ’em
You was telling’ me to quit, I was telling you to rap
I was walking through the mob with a strap
10 chains on, I wasn’t going for the jet
Beefin’ in the city where the n***as, they attack
Boozie Badazz’ boys bigger than his rap
Remember when I told you I was going to the can
You like man, my man, you going to the can
I felt in your hug, in your hands
Told you I’ll be back in a minute
Left the street, now I’m up in penitentiary
And I’m hearing all these p**y n***as hating
Saying damn, Boosie sh**, Webbie going crazy
We all going through it, p**y n***a stop hating
Well I told ’em, I remember
Remember they ran up in your house, got your bag, n***a
Same time I was beefing with these rap n***as
You had twins, they was beautiful as ever
“Be a dad,” what I told you in the letter
I remain the same, how I ended in the end
I’m always preaching game, n***a you don’t need to drink
Then you go preaching game, n***a you don’t need to sing
Why you drinking Henny, n***a why you selling Bourbon
Where it did, well you must be f**ing with his nerves
Can’t you burn these CDs, we gon’ stomp you on the curb
In that Monte Carlo when we first start to swerve
Me, you and ball-head in the car full of herb
Then we getting to it, now we fighting like some girls
Who gon’ drop first, n***a acting like some girl
Never went to Church, man could said it was turnt
Miss one night of p**y n***a, they be burnt
Man we thug life for real p**y n***a, you be burnt
When we was kids, we just wanted our turn
In the hospital, me and you don’t learn
Steady as in God give us one more turn
I remember, Webbie