Webbie I Remember - Boosie Badazz

I remember we was wilin'

Off of half a x pill, this was way before tha Molly

Everybody got a rocket

Tryin' to prove like a motherfucker, try me I’ll pop it (I've stopped)

Webbie on the Henny fucked up

This was when I was skinny and fucked up

Nigga cluckin' for blood, get fucked up

Memphis grisly, nigga we fucked up

You remember that December when they ran with the money

Baltimore tryin' to sue us, niggas playing with the money

Went to war had a lot of niggas 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 motherfucking momma

And say «I love you momma»

We was young and fucked up in the head

Drinkin' from the river if you fuckin' 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, nigga

And you dropped «bad bitch» gave me «that shit is real nigga?»

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 niggas, 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 pussy niggas hating

Saying damn, Boosie shit, Webbie going crazy

We all going through it, pussy nigga stop hating

Well I told 'em, I remember

Remember they ran up in your house, got your bag, nigga

Same time I was beefing with these rap niggas

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, nigga you don’t need to drink

Then you go preaching game, nigga you don’t need to sing

Why you drinking Henny, nigga why you selling Bourbon

Where it did, well you must be fucking 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, nigga acting like some girl

Never went to Church, man 'cause Saturday was turnt

Miss one night of pussy nigga, they be burnt

We thug life for real pussy nigga, 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