Z-Ro, P.O.P. (Rapper), Bun B - Remember Me lyrics
[Z-Ro, P.O.P. Rapper, Bun B - Remember Me lyrics]
Hell yeah, nigga, ay yo
Remember me
When I use to write my rhymes in class
At Dick Dall Middle School
All them niggas would laugh
Telling me I would never make it
Cause I rap too fast
I was desperately trying to find out
How to go from scraps to cash
Remember, how y'all use to chase
Me home from school
Just cause I sported corduroy britches
And Pro Wing shoes
I use to have a lunch card
Cause them times was hard
Since the seven people living in one house
With no cars in the yard
I remember stressing so hard
I couldn't keep my focus
My only love was for extras, and overs
Fuck all you niggas
Don't make me slap the fuck
Out all you niggas
If it ain't related to making paper
I ain't calling you niggas
I bet Mo City remember
When I took it over with rapping
51-11 Ridgevan
Moving that crack bitch I was stacking
Residuals redeemingly
I was raw mayn raw caine
Rapidly running my neighborhood
I was the law mayn
'Member when I dropped my first album, in '98
Fucking with Herman Fisher
But now that nigga hate me he's a cake
Suppose to be mad at me
Tal'n bout I owe him some change
Nigga just mad cause they can't eat with me
I eat with Lil' James
Rap-A-Lot Mafia my man
Y'all remember the Maab
This isn't Den-Den and Z-Ro
Y'all better remember the squad
Two different labels but the same cable
Remember we connected
Woodfair to Missouri City
Two block of Screwed Up Texas
Remember me
I'm the one they laughed at in all my classes
They use to rank on my low budget clothes
And my glasses remember me
The same one they use to call egghead
Now I play with fed bread
And sleep on Gucci bed spreads
I remember the winters in the hood
No heat cold nights
No gas no lights, a ghetto low life
So my flow twice as strong, from the memories
I remember when my closest homies
Turned to enemies see niggas tend to be
Down when your bread up
But when you in the quicksand
They frown cause your legs stuck
Yeah I remember that, so you remember this
Hard times be my fuel, so I ain't finna quit
I vividly, R-E-M-E-M-B-E-R
Craig up in the E-R, bloody getting CPR
So before
The reaper come and turn me to a memory
I endlessly spit the heat
For the people to remember me
Me POP, so many forgot bout but not I
This for those who remember little Popeye
And I remember hot guys, ridiculed the flow
Now I'm front and center nigga
Haters finna do me so
Shit I remember back in the game
It was tough no matter what a nigga had
It was never enough
See if I had five I wanted ten
And if I had ten I wanted twenty
Fuck having some, shit I wanted plenty
Back in the gap, when I first hit the block
With my first 25, and a hand full of rocks
Posted up at Samantha house on the West
On the porch
Ready to give my nigga some work
Or give him the torch
I remember telling my T
I wasn't going to college
And was headed to the streets
To get the rest of my knowledge
That broke her heart
And for that I had to go
So I went from the sidelines
To starring in the show
Everything came slow, and nothing came fast
Most times I was out of luck
And dead on my ass
But with the heart of a hustler
And the mind of a G
I came up, now I'm something to see Bun B
Remember me
When I use to write my rhymes in class
At Dick Dall Middle School
All them niggas would laugh
Telling me I would never make it
Cause I rap too fast
I was desperately trying to find out
How to go from scraps to cash
Remember, how y'all use to chase
Me home from school
Just cause I sported corduroy britches
And Pro Wing shoes
I use to have a lunch card
Cause them times was hard
Since the seven people living in one house
With no cars in the yard
I remember stressing so hard
I couldn't keep my focus
My only love was for extras, and overs
Fuck all you niggas
Don't make me slap the fuck
Out all you niggas
If it ain't related to making paper
I ain't calling you niggas
I bet Mo City remember
When I took it over with rapping
51-11 Ridgevan
Moving that crack bitch I was stacking
Residuals redeemingly
I was raw mayn raw caine
Rapidly running my neighborhood
I was the law mayn
'Member when I dropped my first album, in '98
Fucking with Herman Fisher
But now that nigga hate me he's a cake
Suppose to be mad at me
Tal'n bout I owe him some change
Nigga just mad cause they can't eat with me
I eat with Lil' James
Rap-A-Lot Mafia my man
Y'all remember the Maab
This isn't Den-Den and Z-Ro
Y'all better remember the squad
Two different labels but the same cable
Remember we connected
Woodfair to Missouri City
Two block of Screwed Up Texas
Remember me
I'm the one they laughed at in all my classes
They use to rank on my low budget clothes
And my glasses remember me
The same one they use to call egghead
Now I play with fed bread
And sleep on Gucci bed spreads
I remember the winters in the hood
No heat cold nights
No gas no lights, a ghetto low life
So my flow twice as strong, from the memories
I remember when my closest homies
Turned to enemies see niggas tend to be
Down when your bread up
But when you in the quicksand
They frown cause your legs stuck
Yeah I remember that, so you remember this
Hard times be my fuel, so I ain't finna quit
I vividly, R-E-M-E-M-B-E-R
Craig up in the E-R, bloody getting CPR
So before
The reaper come and turn me to a memory
I endlessly spit the heat
For the people to remember me
Me POP, so many forgot bout but not I
This for those who remember little Popeye
And I remember hot guys, ridiculed the flow
Now I'm front and center nigga
Haters finna do me so
Shit I remember back in the game
It was tough no matter what a nigga had
It was never enough
See if I had five I wanted ten
And if I had ten I wanted twenty
Fuck having some, shit I wanted plenty
Back in the gap, when I first hit the block
With my first 25, and a hand full of rocks
Posted up at Samantha house on the West
On the porch
Ready to give my nigga some work
Or give him the torch
I remember telling my T
I wasn't going to college
And was headed to the streets
To get the rest of my knowledge
That broke her heart
And for that I had to go
So I went from the sidelines
To starring in the show
Everything came slow, and nothing came fast
Most times I was out of luck
And dead on my ass
But with the heart of a hustler
And the mind of a G
I came up, now I'm something to see Bun B