[Apathy] I remember in the '90s it was all about forties and blunts Nas cassettes, Das EFX and Reebok pumps Punk motherfuckers that were claimin they got tec's And rockin ski masks like Q-Tip in "Hot Sex" Before them underground rappers with complex When Mobb Deep and Jay still lived in the projects There wasn't Escalades floodin the streets It was all about Lexus, coupes and the jeeps Yup, what I wouldn't give to see it again Doin stupid-ass shit, just me and my friends Like callin up bitches, if they fathers got pissed We'd pop shit cause caller ID didn't exist (click) I can still remember dancin to Kane Every day with Dewayne, L.J. and Charmaine Life's changed, but this is how it be 'til the end Still doin dumb shit, just me and my friends
[Chorus] {"All I have is a memory"} It's just me and my friends! {"What a fool I've been"} {"Try to take the crew and we don't play play, say say say" - Lauryn Hill} It's just me and my friends! {"All I have is a memory"} It's just me and my friends! {"What a fool I've been"} {"Try to take the crew and we don't play play, say say say" - Lauryn Hill} {"Goin out, just me and my crew" - Biggie Smalls}
[One Two] Yo the crew I roll with, cold as hell We own the streets like O.G.'s own the jails Mack college bitches, they know us well But now that I'm 23 I feel old as hell Suave motherfuckers with the flyest of hoes Peepin bitches - yo Ap, keep your eyes on the rooooad! Nothin's really changed, we work fast on it Since hats with silver plaques that said 'RAP' on it Ignorant little punks provokin a fight Kinda like stickin a pipe through the spokes of your bike Cruisin down Franklin, tappin the brakes Aiyyo Rube, put that dutch down, we passin the jakes Spot didn't get hot, or jump until we came A fridge full of forties like "Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang" Rap pack of Godz and we willin to pop And stick together like waffles when they still in the box
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[Celph Titled] You couldn't tell me nothin back in '92 when I was whylin, duke Rockin British Knights, gold chains and Cross Colors suits Me and Joey boostin bikes out of front yards We'd smack you up just for doin nothin, we was dumb hard Known from Armenia Ave and back down to Egypt Like in Tampa you either showin your balls or you don't show your face Strictly Miami Bass hits playin from Disco Rick And gangsta shit from the Geto Boys, they +Minds+ was +Playin' Tricks+ We used to load up at Manuel's then And launch bottle rockets at people's houses until we'd burn our hands "I Got a Man" was the jam, I remember like damn I'm so proud to be a hip-hop fan! Started makin beats and writin raps, that's when the bug got in me Flipped out when my man Tyler pulled an armed robbery I ain't seen him since he went to prison, wonder how he's livin Heard he's out the pen, so one love to you my old friend
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