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Yea Spank, what up my
Sup, whats happenin'
Yo son man, at this shit man
be fuckin' changin' man

Know what I'm man
I wish we just go back
You what I mean
No doubt son, you know we all

man, but we goin' through transition right now baby
Son as as I got my niggas with me
But let me yo

I'm about to take your on a trip
'Cuz everytime I rhyme I kick 'The
Remember niggas used to take gold and snatch chains
In fact that changed, the error of the crack game was real

Mad nights, I used to
Wishin' I could be the next Or Green for Fourth Ring?
I to be magnetized to fly rides
Had a scheme to get my cream and eventually

I a little nigga gettin' money type often
Livin' the ill life, Nike Delta forces
I saw Scarface and got my first taste for
I never knew grams of powder could make of dollars

I spent writin' graffiti
And niggas like Smitty made gettin' look real easy
Remember
Damn son you takin' a back right now

Yo, to all my ghetto legends, whether or in the essence
Facing fed time or in a pearl white
Sometimes you gotta sit back and analyze
nothin' moves faster than the hands of time

And I remember when the drug game was hot
Son a cop got shot, in Queens
And tactical narcotics teams headlines
Being big time could get you fed

Undercover vibe, out just like red wine
keys, gettin' C's 'bout D's
I heard stories 'bout 300 E's
Yo the of a analyst is mine so handle it

The way I right rhymes, a gift
I used to wish that I could be fly like Black
Rockin' Filas, was the thing I couldn't deny
I used to read about gettin' busted

'Cuz guys that they trusted, deals with D.A.'s, minds corrupted
The feds estimated Fat Cat was gettin'
Black Ratti was the richest in my building
Remember
Yeah, son was doing his

To all my legends, whether live or in the essence
Facing fed or in a pearl white Lexus
Sometimes you gotta sit back and just
'Cuz nothin' moves faster than the hands of

my story ends, rest in peace to Killa Ben
And niggas memories you live again
I close my eyes and just reminisce
And wonder how a cats got so rich

I can't forget RK, he introduced of loose rocks
A few cops, and a lotta sales rooftops, yea
You shoulda the deez when Will bought the red 3-Roller
Memories of those days are

Yea, for all my legends
burrough, all my niggas who was thorough
Yea, know

what I'm sayin' son
Niggas was holdin' it back then
Fat Cat, Tony Montana, Big Wall,
for the team

Motherfuckin' my man Supreme Magnetic and Green?
All Brooklyn niggas
And all them mobstyle niggas doin' it uptown
Boy George all them niggas

Niggas was money back then son
The Glory Days, know I'm sayin''
Y'all niggas know what I'm 'bout, word