| Can… they remember… me?
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| Lil' Wee… zy
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| Make 'em remember (Haaa!) ya, nigga
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| Let these niggas know your (Look!) background, nigga (Look!)
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| Let 'em (Look!) know your (Look!) background!
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| Let 'em know how you’ve been for a while
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| All I was taught was murder murder
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| Kill drama, and nothin' less
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| I strap tha Smith-Wess, and bust. |
| it in they chest
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| I had ta hustle hustle hustle hustle
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| Had ta struggle for success
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| Hid grams in girls' breasts, stick bricks. |
| under they dress
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| Them niggas there with me fooli'
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| Me, I’m full of that dilly
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| Hope when I catch them slippin'
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| Him and they daddy’s trippin'
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| Shorty can hold it down
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| Shorty be totin' rounds
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| Smellin' like a pound on school grounds
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| Shorty, wow
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| Hair… all over my head
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| Bandana 'round my brain
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| Eyes bloodshot red
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| Briches down to my legs
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| Guns up in my trench
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| When niggas playin', they get drenched
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| My pockets is full of lead
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| So, nigga, stay off tha ben
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| I’m young with bad nerves
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| Since I lost my partna, I’ve been troubled, hurt in this 'burb
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| So I’on’t even hesitate ta leave 'em on tha curb
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| And wet dem niggas' shirt
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| Nigga, get 'em full of birds
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| Tell them niggas, Geezy!
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| (Chorus,)
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| Remember he? |
| Tha little G, never die
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| Took one to tha chest, but Weeze Wee never die
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| Remember he? |
| Tha little G, never die
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| Have B. Geezy on his side, so Weezy Wee never die
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| Lil' Weezy Wee… had ta steal, hustle, and jack
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| Weezy Wee roll with K’s, Glocks, and MAC’s
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| Tha little G, he was raised keepin' it real
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| That’s my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga
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| Look, look
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| That time I forgot tha bills
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| Ain’t been home in two weeks
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| Macita lookin' for me
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| Tha word all over tha streets
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| Well, shiiit! |
| I love my momma
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| But all I got ta offer is drama, and many problems
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| I lay back in tha cut
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| These niggas out and I rob 'em, they ain’t spin around here
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| We all alone on my block like nobody live 'round here
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| Tha lights got cut off at my house, and now I’m lookin' for a win-dow
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| I can’t see it, I’ma drop my pile on tha floor
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| They got some niggas stuntin' in Benz, hey man, them boys ain’t riders
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| Hand it over, partna, my feet done got tired (Break it off)
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| Well, picture this, I gotta corner this ole nigga address
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| He said he got that work, and needed me ta meet 'im there (Meet him there)
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| Nigga, take your Roly down with somethin' shady, daddy (What?)
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| Within a week he changed his mind, and… received tha package (What?)
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| Oh well… back to tha drawin' board (Board)
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| Cowards start hollerin' 'cause they know I’m comin' for it
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| Lemme tell 'em
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| You remember that there nigga use ta be thuggin' it out
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| Blunt in his mouth, would stay passed up in a drought
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| Run in your house, «Lay down! |
| Nobody move!
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| Tell that slut go get your stash, and empty your pockets, fool!»
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| That’s how it was… crime, struggle, drivin' for scrubs
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| Lots of thugs… make niggas come ta answer them up
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| Some niggas choose ta come back to me, ride around my set for me
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| My lights off that thing 'cause I got that SKS with me
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| !Okay! |
| (!okay!)
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| Listen, all you ballin' niggas betta! |
| relocate! |
| (!'locate!)
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| 'Cause, see, ya’ll got it
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| I gotta make my cheese! |
| rotate! |
| (!rotate!)
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| Right now I’m doin' bad
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| So just give me with whatever you have, my stomach hurt, I need a bag
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| I’m street-livin'… week for week
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| No-sleep livin'
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| Look outside ya window in tha mornin', your jeep missin'
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| My heat sizzlin'
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| I’m ready ta sweep these niggas
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| Geezy… make 'em remember Weezy, nigga!
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| Look, remember that?
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| Wuz up, (Are you rememberin', B. Geezy?)
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| I remember you, nigga, we go way back ta True Story, (Now) nigga, ya heard
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| Me
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| Look, you don’t remember me?
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| I remember ya, nigga
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| I was. |
| I was (You were doggin') a bad dog… (You were a lil' dog) Highly
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| Grove 17, off top, nigga (Uh-huh) |