Webbie I Remember

I remember we was wilin'
 My first half of SP but this was way before the mob
 Everybody got a rock
 Tryin' to prove like a mutherfucker
 Try me I've popped (I've stopped)
 We been on the Henny fucked up
 This was when I was skinny and fucked up
 Nigga cluckin' for blood, get fucked up
 Memphis grisly, nigga we fucked up
 You remember that December when they ran with the money
 Baltimore tryin' to sue us, niggas playing with the money
 Went to war had a lot of niggas running
 Behind bars like a boss, how I'm coming
 Cancer hit I got scars on my stomach
 I remember all the nights you was stressing 'bout your momma
 Made me pick the phone up and call my motherfucking momma
 And say "I love you momma"
 We was young and fucked up in the head
 Drinkin' from the river if you fuckin' with my bread
 Had a little money, but we living in the red
 Living in the red, meaning we ain't got it like we said, keep it real wit' it
 Remember we first got a deal, nigga
 And you dropped "bad bitch" gave me "that shit is real nigga?"
 I was still in the field with 'em
 You was telling' me to quit, I was telling you to rap
 I was walking through the mob with a strap
 10 chains on, I wasn't going for the jet
 Beefin' in the city where the niggas, they attack
 Boozie Badazz' boys bigger than his rap
 Remember when I told you I was going to the can
 You like man, my man, you going to the can
 I felt in your hug, in your hands
 Told you I'll be back in a minute
 Left the street, now I'm up in penitentiary
 And I'm hearing all these pussy niggas hating
 Saying damn, Boosie shit, Webbie going crazy
 We all going through it, pussy nigga stop hating
 Well I told 'em, I remember
 Remember they ran up in your house, got your bag, nigga
 Same time I was beefing with these rap niggas
 You had twins, they was beautiful as ever
 "Be a dad," what I told you in the letter
 I remain the same, how I ended in the end
 I'm always preaching game, nigga you don't need to drink
 Then you go preaching game, nigga you don't need to sing
 Why you drinking Henny, nigga why you selling Bourbon
 Where it did, well you must be fucking with his nerves
 Can't you burn these CDs, we gon' stomp you on the curb
 In that Monte Carlo when we first start to swerve
 Me, you and ball-head in the car full of herb
 Then we getting to it, now we fighting like some girls
 Who gon' drop first, nigga acting like some girl
 Never went to Church, man could said it was turnt
 Miss one night of pussy nigga, they be burnt
 Man we thug life for real pussy nigga, you be burnt
 When we was kids, we just wanted our turn
 In the hospital, me and you don't learn
 Steady as in God give us one more turn
 I remember, Webbie