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Goin' through the struggles everyday on this pavement/ In every hood I see 'em doin' the same (the same)/ There's a lot of haters that don't want me to make it/ All I want is for you to remember my name/ So that you never forget me...So that you never forget me...So that you never forget me...So that you never forget me...
When I'm dead and gone, they gon' remember me as being one of the livest/ Genuine ghetto survivors/ When they be temporary silent, poppin' their mind "The Silent Killer"!/ Straight out the ghetto a grimy nigga/ with lyrics more potent than a vipers venom, one bite could kill 'em/ When I get at 'em niggas never knew what had him 'em/ Legends! From what we done did on the streets and what we done did spit on these records/ Blessings! We take 'em they put em on beats and we give 'em back, no question/ Granddaddy of the Midwest..Krayzie Jackson (Jackson)/ The lyrical serial killer I'm fillin the illest of niggas that's over the mind I'm the master/ When it comes to the rhyme, I'm faster than half of these niggas rappin'/ When they come to the grind Im mashin' no time for second chances/ When it all goes down, when they put me in my grave/ "Fuck 'em all!" across my tombstone and bury me with my gauge (gauge..gauge)
My reputation is solid dog, and my street cred' is on polish ya'll/ Known as a lil boss hog in the hood, boy in ma hood, ima superstar/ Niggas in the path, tryna hold a nigga down, but I put in my work and checked it, checked it/ Now these niggas respecting, knowing I'm the wrong one, nigga wanna mess with/ From the gutter, with my brothers, knew in these ghetto streets, they dont love us/ Duckin' these under-covers, these motha fuckers, doin' everythang to try ta bust us/ But these suckers, know they cant touch us, they envy deep in they heart/ If they ever, try to rush us, nigga they know we ganna rip 'em apart/ Niggas go hard, from the start, nigga this Nina Ross is my body guard/ Fuck with mine and ill charge, lil crazy nigga at large/ Pullin' cards, on these lame niggas, ill never let go of ma heat/ Yeah..stand up man, on his feet/ lil Layzie Bone on the creep...'member, me.
What I got to for you not to forget who brought you with that straight thug spit?/ Sped up a little bit with gangsta talk with that harmony all over it/ Hey Bone sang (sang), then we mixed it with that street talk/ And we know that little Eazy, he let us get our creep on/ And then he went home (home), but its all good (good)/ He left the right ones (ones), through us he's still in the hood/ Rest in peace (peace) E/ Like him when I die I hope they remember me (me)/ That’s why I no lie when I reach you with these beats (beats)/ Took alot from nothin', remember the thugs for the songs that we sung/ And makin' it through the struggle, that struggle/ It ain't easy believe me, get breezy, believe it/ Still goin' on hustle game's strong, but I do it so they remember me..
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