"Remember Me" lyrics
(feat. B.G.)
Say Weezy (What's hanning?)
Can they remember me?
Lil Weezy
Make 'em remember (Ha!) ya, nigga
Let these niggas know your (Look!) background, nigga (Look!)
Let 'em (Look!) know your (Look!) background!
Let 'em know how you've been thugging
All I was taught was murder murder
Kill drama, and nothing less
I strap the Smith-Wess—, and bust it in their chest
I had to hustle hustle hustle hustle
Grind and struggle for success
Hid grams in girls' breasts, stick bricks under their dress
Them niggas there with big Willy
Me, I'm full of that dilly
Hope when I catch them slipping
Him and their daddy's tripping
Shorty can hold it down
Shorty be toting rounds
Smelling like a pound on school grounds
Shorty, wow
Hair all over my head
Bandanna 'round my braids
Eyes bloodshot-red
Breeches down to my legs, guns up in my trench
When niggas play, they get drenched
My pockets is full of lint
So, nigga, stay off the bend, I'm young with bad nerves
Since I lost my father, I've been troubled, hurt and disturbed
So I don't even hesitate to leave 'em on the curb
And wet them niggas shirt, nigga, get 'em for them birds
Tell them niggas, Geezy!
Remember he? The little G, never die
Took one to the chest, but Weeze Wee never die
Remember he? The little G, never die
Have B.Geezy on his side, so Weezy Wee never die
Lil' Weezy Wee had to steal, hustle, and jack
Weezy Wee roll with Ks, Glocks, and MACs
The little G, he was raised keeping it real
That's my little nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga
Look, look
At times I forgot the bills
Ain't been home in two weeks
Macita looking for me
The word all over the streets
Well, shit! I love my momma
But all I got to offer is drama, and many problems
I lay back in the cut
These niggas out and I rob 'em, they ain't spin around here
We all alone on my block like nobody live 'round here
The lights got cut off at my house, and now I'm looking for a window
I can't see it, I don' dropped my pile on the floor
They got some niggas stunting in Benz, hey man, them boys ain't riders
Hand it over, partner, my feet done got tired (Break it off)
Well, picture this, I gotta call from this old nigga Beatrice
He said he got that work, and needed me to make it happen (Make it happen)
Well nigga, shit you hold it down when something shaking, daddy (What?)
Within a week he changed his mind, and received the package (What?)
Oh well back to the drawing board (Board)
Cowards start hollering 'cause (Weezy) they know I'm coming for it
Remember he? The little G, never die
Took one to the chest, but Weeze Wee never die
Remember he? The little G, never die
Have B.Geezy on his side, so Weezy Wee never die
Lil' Weezy Wee had to steal, hustle, and jack
Weezy Wee roll with Ks, Glocks, and MACs
The little G, he was raised keeping it real
That's my little nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga
Lemme tell 'em
You remember that there nigga use to be thugging it out (Out!)
Blunt in his mouth, would stayed masked up in the drought
Run in your house, "Lay down! Nobody move! (Move!)
Tell that slut go get your stash, and empty your pockets, fool!"
That's how it was crime, struggle, driving for scrubs
Lots of thugs make niggas count the ants in the mud
Some niggas choose to come back for me, ride around my set for me
Might start jacking because I got that SKS with me
OK! (OK!)
Listen, all you balling niggas better relocate! ('locate!)
'Cause, see, ya'll got it
I gotta make my cheese rotate! (rotate!)
And right now I'm doing bad
So just give me with whatever you have, my stomach hurt, I need a bag
I'm street-living week for week
No-sleep living
Look outside ya window in the morning, your Jeep missing
My heat sizzling
I'm ready to sweep these niggas
Geezy make 'em remember Weezy, nigga!
Remember he? The little G, never die
Took one to the chest, but Weeze Wee never die
Remember he? The little G, never die
Have B.Geezy on his side, so Weezy Wee never die
Lil' Weezy Wee had to steal, hustle, and jack
Weezy Wee roll with Ks, Glocks, and MACs
The little G, he was raised keeping it real
That's my little nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga
Remember he? The little G, never die
Took one to the chest, but Weeze Wee never die
Remember he? The little G, never die
Have B.Geezy on his side, so Weezy Wee never die
Lil' Weezy Wee had to steal, hustle, and jack
Weezy Wee roll with Ks, Glocks, and MACs
The little G, he was raised keeping it real
That's my little nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga
Look, remember that?
Huh? Wuz up (Are you remembering me B.Geezy?)
I remember you, nigga, we go way back to True Story, (Now) nigga, ya heard me
Look, you don't remember me?
I remember ya, nigga
I was I was (You were dogging) a bad little nigga (You were a little donkey) Holly Grove 17, off top, nigga (Uh-huh)
Can they remember me?
Lil Weezy
Make 'em remember (Ha!) ya, nigga
Let these niggas know your (Look!) background, nigga (Look!)
Let 'em (Look!) know your (Look!) background!
Let 'em know how you've been thugging
All I was taught was murder murder
Kill drama, and nothing less
I strap the Smith-Wess—, and bust it in their chest
I had to hustle hustle hustle hustle
Grind and struggle for success
Hid grams in girls' breasts, stick bricks under their dress
Them niggas there with big Willy
Me, I'm full of that dilly
Hope when I catch them slipping
Him and their daddy's tripping
Shorty can hold it down
Shorty be toting rounds
Smelling like a pound on school grounds
Shorty, wow
Hair all over my head
Bandanna 'round my braids
Eyes bloodshot-red
Breeches down to my legs, guns up in my trench
When niggas play, they get drenched
My pockets is full of lint
So, nigga, stay off the bend, I'm young with bad nerves
Since I lost my father, I've been troubled, hurt and disturbed
So I don't even hesitate to leave 'em on the curb
And wet them niggas shirt, nigga, get 'em for them birds
Tell them niggas, Geezy!
Remember he? The little G, never die
Took one to the chest, but Weeze Wee never die
Remember he? The little G, never die
Have B.Geezy on his side, so Weezy Wee never die
Lil' Weezy Wee had to steal, hustle, and jack
Weezy Wee roll with Ks, Glocks, and MACs
The little G, he was raised keeping it real
That's my little nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga
Look, look
At times I forgot the bills
Ain't been home in two weeks
Macita looking for me
The word all over the streets
Well, shit! I love my momma
But all I got to offer is drama, and many problems
I lay back in the cut
These niggas out and I rob 'em, they ain't spin around here
We all alone on my block like nobody live 'round here
The lights got cut off at my house, and now I'm looking for a window
I can't see it, I don' dropped my pile on the floor
They got some niggas stunting in Benz, hey man, them boys ain't riders
Hand it over, partner, my feet done got tired (Break it off)
Well, picture this, I gotta call from this old nigga Beatrice
He said he got that work, and needed me to make it happen (Make it happen)
Well nigga, shit you hold it down when something shaking, daddy (What?)
Within a week he changed his mind, and received the package (What?)
Oh well back to the drawing board (Board)
Cowards start hollering 'cause (Weezy) they know I'm coming for it
Remember he? The little G, never die
Took one to the chest, but Weeze Wee never die
Remember he? The little G, never die
Have B.Geezy on his side, so Weezy Wee never die
Lil' Weezy Wee had to steal, hustle, and jack
Weezy Wee roll with Ks, Glocks, and MACs
The little G, he was raised keeping it real
That's my little nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga
Lemme tell 'em
You remember that there nigga use to be thugging it out (Out!)
Blunt in his mouth, would stayed masked up in the drought
Run in your house, "Lay down! Nobody move! (Move!)
Tell that slut go get your stash, and empty your pockets, fool!"
That's how it was crime, struggle, driving for scrubs
Lots of thugs make niggas count the ants in the mud
Some niggas choose to come back for me, ride around my set for me
Might start jacking because I got that SKS with me
OK! (OK!)
Listen, all you balling niggas better relocate! ('locate!)
'Cause, see, ya'll got it
I gotta make my cheese rotate! (rotate!)
And right now I'm doing bad
So just give me with whatever you have, my stomach hurt, I need a bag
I'm street-living week for week
No-sleep living
Look outside ya window in the morning, your Jeep missing
My heat sizzling
I'm ready to sweep these niggas
Geezy make 'em remember Weezy, nigga!
Remember he? The little G, never die
Took one to the chest, but Weeze Wee never die
Remember he? The little G, never die
Have B.Geezy on his side, so Weezy Wee never die
Lil' Weezy Wee had to steal, hustle, and jack
Weezy Wee roll with Ks, Glocks, and MACs
The little G, he was raised keeping it real
That's my little nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga
Remember he? The little G, never die
Took one to the chest, but Weeze Wee never die
Remember he? The little G, never die
Have B.Geezy on his side, so Weezy Wee never die
Lil' Weezy Wee had to steal, hustle, and jack
Weezy Wee roll with Ks, Glocks, and MACs
The little G, he was raised keeping it real
That's my little nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga
Look, remember that?
Huh? Wuz up (Are you remembering me B.Geezy?)
I remember you, nigga, we go way back to True Story, (Now) nigga, ya heard me
Look, you don't remember me?
I remember ya, nigga
I was I was (You were dogging) a bad little nigga (You were a little donkey) Holly Grove 17, off top, nigga (Uh-huh)
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Byron O. Thomas, Christopher Noel Dorsey
