Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Remember Me Ballin' , by - Gangsta Boo. Release date: 24.08.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Remember Me Ballin' |
| Now when I die, die if I die |
| Remember me ballin'…ballin' |
| Now when I die |
| Mama don’t you cry |
| Just remember me ballin'…ballin' |
| Now when I die nigga don’t you cry |
| Just remember me ballin'…ballin' |
| (born to die) |
| Fresh out the whome, 1973 |
| A baby boy, I’m ready for war |
| Now this just can’t be Wit my daddy |
| He don’t love us, just too young to know |
| I love you mama, work real hard |
| It got us out the ghetto |
| No more dependin’on my mama |
| See I’m a cra… man |
| And I got kids of my own |
| But if I call she there |
| Somehow, someway |
| Indo gone shine like diamonds |
| Imortalize to my rise dodgin’demons and phantoms |
| Realize your situation, ain’t gettin’no better |
| They building more and more prisons |
| I wrote my nation a letter |
| Conversation and hation |
| I talked to god last night |
| Like from last saw 6 phantom |
| And I’ma lie in twilight |
| Zonin', think I’m gonin' |
| Maybe bro hoe |
| Was I talkin’on that level |
| Crusafix on my door |
| Race em', rece em', racin' |
| got my heart pacin' |
| Listne learn it’s my turn |
| I’d a free mase em' |
| The late generation 6 |
| Never caught up in clicks |
| How can you haters |
| Claim you real |
| Turn in (??) |
| But anyway that stories old |
| Let me kick in the loot |
| I’m tellin’heavy understand me, baby this Gangsta Boo |
| Now all you wannabe’s |
| Claimin’platnum LP’s |
| I can’t believe all you fakers in the rap industry |
| You stay at home at your moms house |
| Stackin’your cheese |
| Whatever punk, I’m on my own |
| Still stackin’g’s |
| I’m young in ages |
| Only the hair trick, I’ve been everywhere |
| I’m takin’flights to NY |
| Lookin’for somethin’to wear |
| I don’t be carin’what you say |
| I’m hypnotized for your mind |
| I state it fly |
| Sippin’wine |
| Wit my 6's behind |
| Call up Chris |
| I’m in crystal |
| What you got for me baby |
| Me and Paul comin’over |
| Range Rover we’re reelin' |
| X-O through the door |
| Cause we got plenty more |
| We be the one with the flow |
| Hurtn’all I fall |
| Triggas bleed the same blood |
| We killin’each other for colors and lovers and others |
| We can talk a long time |
| Smoke a blunt and touch faces |
| rull laces, talk, pimp, and no slippin’and take it To upper places |
| Like do you have a strong mind |
| What’s your purpose in life |
| Begin it to end in my potion, I’m steady coastin' |
| Bustas look me in my eye |
| Turn around and throw crosses |
| Talkin’shit, your jealous bustas come and go like my (??) |
| Toss and turn, and burn and yurnin’for freedom in my sleep |
| I’m bout’to lose my mind |
| But them angels watchin’over me Three strikes and now your gone |
| To the penetentiary |
| WOrd is born, they won’t capture me |
| I’m on a mission, I’m wishin' |
| Up on a star |
| Workin’on a meal ticket |
| While I’m eatin’caviar |
| I lie please |
| Bless my soul on my journey through hell |
| I know my bothers my keeper |
| My brother got a street sweeper |
| We gonna blast these devils |
| I know you comin’to get me But when I die, I’m takin’six of ya’ll wit me Killuminati |
| I got my soldiers |
| And I’m ready for war |
| Check mate, rockafella |
| Now they jumpin’in the door |