LIL' FLIP & Z-RO - Remember Me lyrics

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[Hook:]

Remember me, that lil' nigga playing ball

Remember me, like Warren G and Mack 10 I want it all

Remember me, that young nigga spitting raps

The rats looking for cheese, that's why we call it the trap

[Lil' Flip:]

I'm one of the few, that drink Mountain Dew

With so much lean, it might turn it blue

I got so much green, I might burn a few

Stacks on throwbacks, plus tennis shoes

Matter fact, jerseys played out now

I run this mob shit, hey you gotta wait outside

Cause we don't talk around strangers, we use our codes

And it's gon be like that, until my casket close

Remember me, as the cat with the baddest hoes

In a week and a half, his album's gold

I use to ride big bodies, and switch the lanes

Like Jay-Z and J.D., money ain't a thang

Man fuck this rap game, cause I been through it all

From rocking hole in the walls, to arena crowds

And the ladies love my style, cause I'm debonair

Look we ain't gotta fuck, just braid my hair

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Flip:]

Only time will tell, whether I lose or fail

What I look like, sitting in the middle of jail

When my family need me, I gotta make ends meet

In 9-9, I was the first to have a black Benz Jeep

So I creep, the Astros got beat

The next week, St. Louis got sweeped

It's like we almost make it, but we never take it shit

I'm on the road, trying to be the greatest

I got a good work ethic, I ain't never relaxed

If you can't afford a verse, I'll make ya a track

I a-ttack the beats, with my lyrics nigga

You see that Continental Coupe, don't go near it nigga

Remember me, as the cat with two gold teeth

Back when me and Carl, use to patch up and eat

I thank my hood for the love, that they showed me man

I'm the white chocolate of rap, you can't hold me man

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Flip:]

Hey, I got tattoos on my hand

And the beef squashed, if you admit you a fan

Can't nobody down here, do it like I do

And we extort niggaz, what about you

Nigga move, cause I ain't got nothing to prove

Before "Never Scared", wasn't nobody fucking with you

I'm a fly, young nigga-ro

I'll put you in a full nelson, but I got rap in a figga fo'

Check the sco', cause I'm up by eighty

And it's the third quarter nigga, I am the greatest

Rapper my age, with a gang of hits

And you need to step up your weak chain, ya bitch

[talking:]

Ha-ha nigga, you know how I do it nigga

I got two houses on my neck nigga, ya dig

A Bentley watch, a Bentley car Maybach

All that shit, you know I'm saying

You need to have MTV, pimp your motherfucking ride

Cause we got the real spinners

Not the kind with the adaptors, ya know

Clover G's nigga, know how we do it

My nigga Price on the track ya know, respect nigga

I paid my dues, so I'ma make the world remember me