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Remember What I Said

Goodie Mob

Fled

1996

to bat dropping wits on wax
To fit into the mix of the rich and scan'lous
Can't let 'em handle us any kind of way, fuck it
And run away, I don't want it

wit no beat
So high no psychiatrist I'm OD (OD)
Motherfuckers eyeing me like police
Motherfuckers ride the D but lowkey
Yea
You know how I don't sleep

a ride
Down on the Ave. boomin' a trap, all of the hustle came wit the cash
I was conditioned to get it, squeezin' a dime outta penny
Without all my bros,

Yeah she feeling on me while I'm drinking (yeah)
Are you thinking what I'm thinking
I know you wit' it, I can read the situation (read the situation)

You don't wanna throw hands 
Shawty throw it back while you wiggle 
and you grindin all up on me wit a slow dance 
Have you wigging like Deltoy go HAM

You don't wanna throw hands 
Shawty throw it back while you wiggle 
and you grindin all up on me wit a slow dance 
Have you wigging like Deltoy go HAM

You don't wanna throw hands 
Shawty throw it back while you wiggle 
and you grindin all up on me wit a slow dance 
Have you wigging like Deltoy go HAM

You don't wanna throw hands 
Shawty throw it back while you wiggle 
and you grindin all up on me wit a slow dance 
Have you wigging like Deltoy go HAM

digging all my flows
She wanna' give me Sloppy Joe
In the backseat of a Rolls
I can't choose when i'm away
So I do Eenie,Meenie,Mo
Catch a tiger by the toe

it real
Keep ya mouf closed
Don't violate bitch
Takin bammas for sweet
Homlez
You finna be the mix
Go and frontin
If you want
Before the wolves
Bake

gotta roll them dice
Gas rear view, never look inside
Passenger seat, homie will you ride?
Take a lie wit a sugar coat deep fried
She tell me she love

Stay Alive in NYC

Memphis Bleek

Coming of Age

1999

Yea,
Yea street life
Gutter shit
Soldier life nigga
Get it right
New York City
Where I'm from
Live are Die
Marcy
Do what you do

Check it out now
Yo

Di youth dem get blind by stardom
Now di King of Kings a call
Ol' man to pickney
So wave unnu hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sick me
Dem

line
And if they catch me wit 'em I
Ain't finna do no state time
But see I'm trill
If they get me I'ma take mine
And you ain't finna hear about
Me talkin

uh chauffeur 
Girlies wanna ride but dey gotta do the whole crew
Gang shit
Mix it wit the vodka then we lane switch
Turn dis shit a notch up, its

It's so hard living in a world so cold
That's why a youngin always gotta ride wit a chrome
When they need some they always hit my phone
Gotta go

the smoke like a bong hit/
We on it, roaming tryna dodge torment/
Dormant, hung up on that tree like an ornament/
Wit my team, play the long game like

Whitney
Simions all on my feet
Mix wit RAF I talkin no Diggy
Look at these niggas these niggas is small
I can help aint no biggie
Give me my credit
All you

Just stay by my side
I just can't tell by the look in your eyes
Keep it a Hunnid you my ride or die

Love is in Flames
And we keep it on fire
You send me

You can go way to the top, way from the flat
Fly wit a hawk, stay where they at
Acrobat walk the rope back to back
Keep your hope to matte the black
I

by the mic
I'm still rockin wit my main bitch but get paid my by side
Member days they used to clown now I caught em by surprise
You wont catch us down

dirty tricks playing for keeps my nigga guns by the hip talking get shot get sliped get ripped  get fucked up whats ya issue southside wit u all the way i

some knots
Flow Intoxicating sippin ceroc
Switch yo profession go get you a job
Ride wit the fellas we ride wit the mob
Tried to help you but your head

somewhere by you
Hopo up in the stu
Cause I like seein what this mic do
Tell that nigga slide 
This no lie 
Imma really ride 
Bitch u know it’s up and it’s