[Mega] Yea
Spank, what up my ****** [Spank]
Sup, baby whats happenin' [Mega]
Yo son man, look at this ************t man times be ******' changin' man
Know what
I'm sayin man
I wish we just go back sometimes
You know what
I mean [Spank]
No doubt son, you know we all wish that man, but we goin' through transition right now baby [Mega]
Son as long as
I got my ******s with me
But let me reminisce yo [Cormega]
I'm about to take your minds on a trip
Cuz everytime
I rhyme I kick '
The Realness'
Remember ******s used to take gold frames and snatch chains
Infact that changed, cuz the error of the crack game was real
Mad nights,
I used to daydream
Wi************n' I could be the next
Alpo? or preme? for
Fort green?
I used to be magnetized to fly rides
Had a scheme to get my cream and eventually rise
I became a little ****** gettin' money type often
Livin' the ill life, sportin'
Nike Delta forces
I saw Scarface and got my first taste for power
I never knew grams of powder could make bags of dollars
I spent hours writin' graffiti
And ******s like
Smitty made gettin' rich look real easy
Remember when...
Damn son you takin' a ****** back right now [Chorus]
Yo, to all my ghetto legends, whether live or in the essence
Facing fed time or in a pearl white
Lexus Sometimes you gotta sit back and just ************ize
Cause nothin' moves faster than the hands of time [Cormega]
And I remember when the whole drug game was hot
Son a cop got shot, in
Southside
Queens And tactical narcotics teams making headlines
Being big time could get you fed time
Undercover vibe, pouring out just like red wine
Mega keys, gettin'
C's 'bout
D's I heard stories 'bout bulletproof 300
E's Yo the mind of a ************ist is mine so handle it
The way I right rhymes, considered a gift
I used to wish that
I could be fly like
Black Trent
Rockin' Fi-las, rhyme was the thing
I couldn't de-ny
I used to read about supplies gettin' busted
Cuz guys that they trusted, made deals with
D.A.'s, minds corrupted
The feds estimated
Fat Cat was gettin' millions
Black Rody was the richest ****** in my building
Remember when...
Yea son was doing his thing [Chorus] [Cormega]
Before my story ends, rest in peace to
Killa Ben
And live ******s memories you live again
Sometimes
I close my eyes and just reminisce
And wonder how alotta cats got so rich
I can't forget
RK, he introduced lots of loose rocks
A few cops, and ************yse sales from rooftops, yea
You shoulda seen the deez when
Will bought the red 3-
Roller Memories of those days are golden
Yea, for all my ghetto legends
Ever burrough, all my ******s who was thorough
Yea, knah mean [Cormega talking]
Know what
I'm sayin' son
******s was holdin' it down back then
Fat Cat, Tony
Montana, Big
Wall, Queen
******s for the team
Mother****** my man
Supreme Magnetic and
Fort Green?
All them Brooklyn ******s
Alpo? and all them mobstyle ******s doin' it uptown
Boy George all them
Bronx ******s
******s was seein' money back then son
The Glory
Days, know what
I'm sayin'
Y'all ******s know what
I'm talkin' 'bout, word