Freddie Gibbs - I Remember lyrics

[Verse 1 - Sean Price] Sean scrapping - Five finger marks on your face when the God slapped him Pancake n***as get put in a log cabin Uncle Ben turn to Uncle Tom when the God rapping P! I'm the flavor you're not b**h I knock you out in front of your neighborhood watch clique Talking they bout that life Get cut. n***a, Big Ruck is about that knife Rappin' is love, better off trafficking d** Slap with this slug, f**ing with an african thug P! When I was 12 I k**ed a lion That's ill but on the real you should chill with the lyin' Making up stuff, the stuff I make up is so tough Don't believe it but believe the n***a f**ing you up Sean Price - Big Ruck I am half of the Heltah Fly drug dealer: Traffic that on the Delta. P! [Refrain] Remember Remember me I remember Remember me [Verse 2 - Sean Price] Sean do it Drug dealer lean in the Beam on the conduit Thugs on the scene, inf' beam when the God shoot it Left from the team, still screaming 'cause Sean stupid Stop that, Buck said shoot ‘em best believe he got shot at I'm just following orders. Molly Ringwald I am following daughters Kidnapping the b**h, big dick slapping the b**h In the face, if they raped(?), put a cap in the b**h [Refrain] [Verse 3 - Freddie Gibbs] Gangsta Gibbs, uh f** this rap I need enough weight to get the RICO So shout to East New York - Dominican H, yo that's my people My n***as switched up the hustle, they moving amphetamines in Reno A zero to a motherf**ing kilo It's 43 for a eagle I guess them birds is red now So n***as is shipping that cali kush, we putting that in the air now And b**h I been spitting for years, but all of a sudden these n***as care now This dope will get you a life sentence, you might as well get the chair now Fry 'em like a plate of Harold's - extra sauce. Drop the zip; you're extra lost Jumping back to 29's and 30's - we get them extra soft Take a look in the paper and see what a early grave in my section costs 5 finger discount - vital organs ripped out Turned Dons to donors, big cojones, b**h I'm tripped out This money up under my mattress, I'm loving the strap, and I pull my b**h out Did every flow for sure 'cause I'm really showing you what this sh** 'bout It's O's, quarters, halves and some hoes up in this hizzouse For real [Refrain]