Webbie I Remember lyrics

I remember we was wilin'
Off of half a x pill, this was way before tha Molly
Everybody got a rocket
Tryin' to prove like a motherf*cker, try me I'll pop it (I've stopped)
Webbie on the Henny f*cked up
This was when I was skinny and f*cked up
n*gga cluckin' for blood, get f*cked up
Memphis grisly, n*gga we f*cked up
You remember that December when they ran with the money
Baltimore tryin' to sue us, n*ggas playing with the money
Went to war had a lot of n*ggas 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 motherf*cking momma
And say "I love you momma"
We was young and f*cked up in the head
Drinkin' from the river if you f*ckin' 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, n*gga
And you dropped "bad b*tch" gave me "that sh*t is real n*gga?"
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 n*ggas, 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 pus*y n*ggas hating
Saying damn, Boosie sh*t, Webbie going crazy
We all going through it, pus*y n*gga stop hating
Well I told 'em, I remember
Remember they ran up in your house, got your bag, n*gga
Same time I was beefing with these rap n*ggas
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, n*gga you don't need to drink
Then you go preaching game, n*gga you don't need to sing
Why you drinking Henny, n*gga why you selling Bourbon
Where it did, well you must be f*cking 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, n*gga acting like some girl
Never went to Church, man 'cause Saturday was turnt
Miss one night of pus*y n*gga, they be burnt
We thug life for real pus*y n*gga, you be burnt
When we was kids, we just wanted our turn
In the hospital, me and you don't learn
'stead we asking God, give us one more turn
I remember, Webbie