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Remember by Nature  

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Remember "yo nate, shit is crazy, I shook hands with mad dead niggas yo, all the
Niggas that used to be on the block, I'll 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 paulys
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 aint 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
Yall 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
Its 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
Im tryin to see the world, runnin the streets without a care
I remember it well cause I was there.

Chorus



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