I'm gonna make sure you never forget me Konvict [Chorus:] Going through these struggles everyday on this pavement In every hood I see 'em doing the same There's a lot of haters that don't want me to make it All I want is for you to remember my name So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me When I'm dead and gone they're gonna remember me as being one of the livest Genuine ghetto survivors when they gain terror inside I pop in their mind, a silent killer Straight out the ghetto a grimy nigga With lyrics more potent than a viper's venom When bite to kill 'em, when I get in them Niggas never knew what'd hit 'em Legends For what we done did on these streets And what we done spit on these records Blessing We take 'em and put 'em on beats And we give 'em back no question Granddaddy of the mid-west Crazy Jackson The lyrical serial killer I fell 'em, the innocent is asking about the mind I master When it comes to the rhyme I'm faster than half of these niggas rapping When it comes to the grind I'm mashing No time for second chances And when it all goes down and they put me in my grave "Fuck 'em all" across my tombstone and bury me with my gauge [Chorus] My reputation is solid gold And my street cred is all polished y'all Known as the little boss hog in the hood Boy in my hood I'm a superstar Niggas in the past try to hold a nigga down But I put in my work and checked it checked it Now these niggas respect it Knowing I'm the wrong one they wanna mess with From the gutter With my brothers Knowing on these ghetto streets they don't love us Ducking these undercovers These motherfuckers doing everything to try and bust us But these suckers, know they can't touch us They envy deep in they hearts Nigga if they ever try to rush Nigga they know we gonna rip 'em apart Niggas go hard, from the start Nigga this ? is my bodyguard Fuck with mine and I'll charge Little crazy-ass nigga at large Pulling cars, on these lanes Nigga I never let go of my heat Stand up man on his feet Little Lazyie Bone on the creep nigga [Chorus] What I got to do for you not to forget who bought you with that straight thug spit Sped up a little bit with gangster talk with that harmony all over it hey! Bones sing, and mixed in with that street talk And with no delay Eazy-E let us get our creep on Ad then he went home, but it's all good He left the right ones an he's still in the hood Rest in peace, like him when I die I hope they remember me Thats why I know I gotta reach you with these beats It's not for nothing remember the thugs for the songs that we sung And making it through that struggle, that struggle It ain't easy believe me, we bleeding believe it Still going with that hustle, getting stronger so they remember me

• published: 12 Jul 2008
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