Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Remember, artist - Boyz II Men. Album song Legacy: The Greatest Hits Collection, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 29.10.2001
Record label: A Motown Records Release;
Song language: English
I Remember |
Yo, what up my nigga? |
Yeah it’s been a minute since I saw ya |
I hear your lawyer still tryin' to get that appeal for ya |
Wanted to holla and tell ya what’s poppin but you probly |
Already know we been goin' through problems, anyway I |
Hear you been excercisin and gettin strong in the mind |
I hear you been searchin for God inside The Koran |
That’s cool man, I been prayed up myself |
I pray for my health and stress way less for wealth now |
I’m still a soldier but I’m tryin to be one for Jehovah |
We in the Last Days and tha Last Days is almost over |
We all older now, my minds much stronger now |
I can see in ya letters ya vocabulary’s broader now |
I wish we woulda been this smart before we let this game rip us apart |
But we forgot that God was our heart, heart |
But dont even sweat it my nigga stay strong |
And we gon kick it when u come home, my nigga Flesh n Bone, Flesh n Bone |
I remember, remember back in the day |
When we all used to hang, Yeah |
Back in the hood that was a everyday thang |
Yall remember, how we got in this game |
We was all in the same |
But in came the fame and thangs changed, thangs changed |
What up Lay? |
Hope you and ya family okay |
I don’t even know where I should begin 'cuase I got so many things to say |
We been dawgs since the Seventh Grade, the Seventh Grade |
Struggled together for a better way, and better days |
We was Kid n Play, Kriss Kross and all them niggas |
They called you the light one and of course I was the dark skinned one |
Hey! |
You was the human beat box and I was the rapper |
In the battles in between classes, those days |
They ain’t the same no more, we don’t even hang no more |
We let the fame destroy something’s that’s worth way more |
'Cuase friends are kinda hard to come by ain’t no tellin these days |
We should of seen it comin' ain’t no trustin these snakes |
But all in all, we had a ball |
And even though we took a fall, it’s not for long fa sho! |
We’d be some damn fools if we let silly ego’s |
Come between some damn trues and cause a fam fued |
Wish, my nigga, I can clearly remember |
See me and you go way back to that day and night in November |
Or was it December? |
When you was mobbin tryin to rob some niggas |
And I was out, put the slug in the pump and I cocked it nigga |
But I had my finger still on the trigger, Oh my God, my nigga |
Screamin at me like «You shot me nigga!» |
and I was shocked my nigga |
My ears started ringin, I was tweakin, blood was squirtin |
You was swervin on the curb man, word man |
Rushed to Emergency, coppers came and arrested me |
Even though you told them I didn’t do it they cuffin me |
We told them we was just chillin and niggas hit us |
Half dead and ain’t snitchin now that’s the realest, that was the realest |
That’s why we still down, what’s really real now |
Make ya feel how, we in it to win it with a ill style |
You suckas better recognize, better check it |
When Krayzie and Wish head over ThugLine Records nigga |
I ain’t forgot ya Bizzy Bone, what’s happenin? |
We was always in some action every night straight to? |
brackin? |
its crackin |
We walked the streets together, starvin, ain’t eat together |
Slept outside in zero below, it’s gon freeze together |
I remember I went to the county |
And when I got out you went to bustin your pistol, nigga you rowdy |
Now how’d all of a sudden it gettin so cloudy, so cloudy |
They say Krayzie got problems with Bizzy, that’s why they, they breakin up |
Only problem I had was you runnin out on the band |
But you explained to me deeper and now I understand |
So why is niggas beefin when there’s cheese to get and bread to stack |
And head’s to crack, we got a deadly rap |
Nigga together we the coldest, coldest |
The realest East 99 soldiers, soldiers |
United we ball, divided we fall |
When Bone come back we silence 'em all |