Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song R U Still Down? (Remember Me), artist - 2Pac.
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
R U Still Down? (Remember Me) |
Are you still down? |
Are you still down? |
Are you still down? |
Now up and at 'em it’s on, I was raised to be strong |
And mama told me be a thug, since the day I was born |
I came up, out the gutter never changed my style |
Got for real about my papers, 'cause the game was wild |
And the fame was a plot to try to change me |
And what’s strange is, nobody knew my name 'fore it came |
Now the whole world is calling me a killer |
All I ever did, was try to reach the kids with the real |
All the time I was ballin', never heard my friends callin' |
Couldn’t stop myself from fallin', I’m all in |
Shit’s gettin' sleazy, believe me |
Best to take what ya need, but don’t be greedy |
'Cause in my mind, I see sunshine |
I thought I didn’t have to run |
Now I’m duckin' from the gun yellin' «One time!» |
Take your time to feel my record |
And if you did, chill a second |
My blind method, will still wreck it |
My young homies stay strong |
I wonder if they’ll listen to a nigga when he gone |
Are you still down? |
Raise 'em up … are you still down? |
Raise 'em up … are you still down? |
Raise 'em up … are you still down? |
Raise 'em up … are you still down? |
Raise 'em up … are you still down? |
I’m gettin' high, so a nigga think, he touch the sky |
Turn tough inside, in the rush to die |
Livin' life as a thug, time to face the truth |
What’s goin' on with the wasted youth, please God |
Come and save me, had to work with what ya gave me |
And got a nigga goin' crazy |
I can’t read the signs |
I’m blind, but a nigga know he need his nine |
'Cause times, they ain’t what they used to be |
Ain’t a penitentiary built big enough for me |
And my niggas on the streets, man, listen |
'Cause these ain’t the old days |
Ain’t no way, I’m bustin' my ass and gettin' no pay |
It seems I can’t find my focus and homie, I ain’t paranoid |
I seen the future and it’s hopeless |
Lord knows, it’s hard on a young scrub |
It seems I had less problems when I slung drugs |
But since I’m tryin' lace, niggas with the game |
Wanna see me locked in chains, tryin' to dirty up my name |
And them same motherfuckers that was callin' me |
Will be the first to turn their backs, when I’m fallin', see |
I should have seen it from the jump, but now it’s clear |
This one nigga got the town in fear, but are you still down |
Raise 'em up … are you still down? |
Raise 'em up … are you still down? |
Raise 'em up … are you still down? |
Raise 'em up … are you still down? |
Raise 'em up— |
I wrote this for my critics and my enemies |
Last year ya used to love me, huh, remember me |
Now ya hate me with a passion, tryin' to get me stuck in the mix |
I’m stayin' sharp, got no time for them tricks |
And now they wonder if I’m goin' to jail |
Just as well, 'cause my life on the streets — a livin' hell |
And I can’t sleep, they got my phone tapped |
And mercy Lord, come get me 'fore they hurt me |
Ran outta tears, and through the years couldn’t change me |
My daddy left me alone and so I’m angry |
I never did nothin' wrong, my mama told me, «Baby, it’s on!» |
And now I’m hustlin' and bustin' them bones |
Never said it came easy, I’m makin' G’s |
Buyin' all the things on TV, and gettin' skeezed |
Wish my homeboys could see me now |
Little bad motherfucker runnin' wild through the town |
Please tell me, are you still down? |
Are you still down? |
Raise 'em up. |
Remember me |
Are you still down? |
Raise 'em up. |
Remember me |
Are you still down? |
Raise 'em up |
Are you still down? |
Raise 'em up. |
Remember me |
Are you still down? |
Raise 'em up. |
Remember me |
Are you still down? |
Raise 'em up. |
Remember me |
Are you still down? |
Raise 'em up |
Are you still down? |
Raise 'em up. |
Remember me |
Are you still down? |
Raise 'em up. |
Remember me |
Are you still down? |
Raise 'em up. |
Remember me |
Are you still down? |
Raise 'em up |
That’s right y’all, give them bitches the motherfuckin' middle finger |
Raise 'em up |
These hoes can’t fade me, don’t these bitches know we crazy? |
Thug life niggas be the sickest |
You feel me? |
Now get that shit written down |
God damn! |
Took four years and a motherfuckin' case for these motherfuckers to feel me |
Ain’t that a bitch? |
Are you still motherfuckin' down? |
Old ho ass fake ass niggas |
We out this motherfucker though |