Webbie I Remember (Explicit) (Clean)

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 mutherf**ker

Try me I've popped

I've stopped

We been on the Henny f**ked up

This was when I was skinny and f**ked up

N***a cluckin' for blood get f**ked up

Memphis grisly n***a we f**ked up

You remember that December when they ran with the money

Baltimore tryin' to sue us n***as playing with the money

Went to war had a lot of n***as 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**king momma

And say I love you momma

We was young and f**ked up in the head

Drinkin' from the river if you f**kin' 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***a

And you dropped bad b***h gave me that s**t is real n***a

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

10chains on I wasn't going for the jet

Beefin' in the city where the n***as 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***y n***as hating

Saying d**n Boosie s**t Webbie going crazy

We all going through it p***y n***a stop hating

Well I told 'em I remember

Remember they ran up in your house got your bag n***a

Same time I was beefing with these rap n***as

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***a you don't need to drink

Then you go preaching game n***a you don't need to sing

Why you drinking Henny n***a why you selling Bourbon

Where it did well you must be f**king 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***a acting like some girl

Never went to Church man could said it was turnt

Miss one night of p***y n***a they be burnt

Man we thug life for real p***y n***a you be burnt

When we was kids we just wanted our turn

In the hospital me and you don't learn

Steady as in God give us one more turn

I remember Webbie