"yo nateshit is crazyI shook hands with mad dead niggas yoall the

Niggas that used to be on the blockill willmartyblack edyo son

Mad niggas is gonerest in peace though."



Verse 1:

Fifty-two blocksgazelle frames

Bald heads and heavy chains

Somehow caught in the game

Back in '83before cable tv

When these so called thug niggas played in the street

I used to hear the stories

Live niggas here before me

Like the rich portersthe fat catsthe pauly's

Outlaw leaguefrom the street to the pen

Eyes glossyniggas only speak when they bent

Off the perfect mixture

Forcin' down herbs and liquor

Only hot slugs 'll hurt ya quicker

Think it out and elevateI gave years to the state

As a 92-r-7478it set me straight

The changing of a stubborn cat

The one that used to hustle on the block mad hard and loved to rap

In goose down coats and wool hatsthe youth in me

I guess life on the streets ain't what it used to be.



Chorus

I remember! (echo)

When niggas used to live it uplive it up

Flashin' dough all night

I remember! (echo)

When niggas didn't give a fuckgettin' drunk

Shootin' guns all night.



Verse 2:

Straight shots of hen with no chaser

Mo' paperstubbornhard headed like joe frazier

The gremlinsthe pack that I come with

Keep gats by the stomach

Act up and stack hundreds

Niggas don't want itsee me I be the ring leaderlion tamer

Do the bankhead and macarena

A black entertainerbottom line

Ya'll niggas know who got the hottest rhymes

Face itI got the whole globe on some nate shit

Straight from the corners to the covers of the latest rap pages

Turn the projects to black vegas

Don kingin' niggasmake 'em sign blank papers

It's the american waydo my enemies pray or is it just me? 

Hustlin'hopin' the fiends trust me

Talkin' to ushold uplet me walk you through this

Wannabe pimpshoesoften shooters

Niggas need to know what the truth is

Fuck the sarcasm

I miss my nigga mark but God has 'em

When I see his flics I start spazzin'

I learned to let it go

But I guess livin' this life a nigga never know.



Chorus



Verse 3:

I used to love startersthug garments

Boppin' into spoffordr.o.r. on drug charges

Writin' on wallsflorescent markers and krylon

Savin' my loot to buy a firearm

Broken safetyborough hall and jay street

Hopped the train not knowin' that a fall awaits me

Problems came when I started slingin'

Late night I hear revolvers ringin'

The echos cause cops to start rodney kingin'

Many riotsis there any silence? 

Everybody sipped hennyhustled with many clients

Growin' up on the same block my pops was raised

Rocked wavesblend tapes playin' on hot days

Brought the speakers out

Police made us put the wrieffer out

Peep itI was too young to leave the house

I'm tryin' to see the worldrunnin' the streets without a care

I remember it well 'cause I was there.



Chorus