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letra de webbie i remember - boosie badazz

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 motherf-cker, try me i’ve popped (i’ve stopped)
we been on the henny f-cked up
this was when i was skinny and f-cked up
n-gg- cluckin’ for blood, get f-cked up
memphis grisly, n-gg- we f-cked up
you remember that december when they ran with the money
baltimore tryin’ to sue us, n-gg-s playing with the money
went to war had a lot of n-gg-s 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-cking momma
and say “i love you momma”
we was young and f-cked up in the head
drinkin’ from the river if you f-ckin’ 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 wit’ it
remember we first got a deal, n-gg-
and you dropped “bad b-tch” gave me “that sh-t is real n-gg-?”
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-gg-s, 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-ssy n-gg-s hating
saying d-mn, boosie sh-t, webbie going crazy
we all going through it, p-ssy n-gg- stop hating
well i told ’em, i remember

remember they ran up in your house, got your bag, n-gg-
same time i was beefing with these rap n-gg-s
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-gg- you don’t need to drink
then you go preaching game, n-gg- you don’t need to sing
why you drinking henny, n-gg- why you selling bourbon
where it did, well you must be f-cking 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-gg- acting like some girl
never went to church, man ’cause sat-rday was turnt
miss one night of p-ssy n-gg-, they be burnt
we thug life for real p-ssy n-gg-, you be burnt
when we was kids, we just wanted our turn
in the hospital, me and you don’t learn
‘stead we asking god, give us one more turn
i remember, webbie

- boosie badazz

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