"Yo Nate, shit is crazy, I shook hands with mad dead n***as yo, all the
N***as that used to be on the block, Ill Will, Marty, Black Ed, yo Son
Mad n***as is gone, rest in peace though."

[Verse 1:]
Fifty-Two blocks, Gazelle frames
Bald heads and heavy chains
Somehow caught in the game
Back in '83, before cable TV
When these so called thug n***as played in the street
I used to hear the stories
Live n***as here before me
Like the Rich Porters, the Fat Cats, the Pauly's
Outlaw league, from the street to the Pen
Eyes glossy, n***as only speak when they bent
Off the perfect mixture
Forcin' down herbs and liquor
Only hot slugs 'll hurt ya quicker
Think it out and elevate, I gave years to the state
As a 92-R-7478, it set me straight
The changing of a stubborn cat
The one that used to hustle on the block mad hard and loved to rap
In goose down coats and wool hats, the youth in me
I guess life on the streets ain't what it used to be

[Chorus:]
I remember! [echo]
When n***as used to live it up, live it up
Flashin' dough all night
I remember! [echo]
When n***as didn't give a fuck, gettin' drunk
Shootin' guns all night