Songtexte Intro - Remedy

Yeah
R-E-M-E-D-Y, nigga, let me repeat that for you
R-E-M-E-D-Y, nigga, you know what it is
Look, okay, okay, okay

I been in this chair way too long
'Bout to slide on a nigga, thirty-three strong
Got eleven hundred bullets, that's eleven cannons
Don't put that K after 11 or I'll see you later
Nigga, I don't gangbang, I'm just keepin' it real
I'm from 11, I'm one of the niggas you tryna kill
This ain't no diss to nobody or nobody hood
So when you see me throw it up, nigga, you know it's good
If you don't, just know a nigga be on his toes
A young nigga from the towers, they call me Timon
Why you hatin' on me, nigga? You knowin' you wrong
They tryna be just like me, they knowin' they clones
That deuce-deuce, that four-five made my life change
I fucked your bitch, now your bitch love this pipe game
You talkin' racks, ten bands, bitch, that's light change
I made five last night out the dice game
Shootin' straight hundreds with Dilla and Cam
CGeez, that's my shooter, he bustin' your head
That's my brother, when I get on, I'm keepin' him fed
Nigga, I don't know shit, give a fuck what they said
Feds kicked down my door and I ain't tell 'em shit
They got mad I ain't snitch, they took all my shit
Took that loss, but a young nigga bounced back
I stayed down, stayed grounded, now look where I'm at
R.I.P. Tre Deuce, wish we could have you back
R.I.P. Lil Boo, wish we could have you back
Both of y'all my little cousins and both of y'all rap
So if I knew y'all would be going, y'all would be on every track
I get it straight out the bitch, I'm talkin' every rack
Tell her twice, I need it all, I'm talkin' every stack
Dilla got hard ball, I'm talkin' scary black
Put some wings on that bitch, now it's a fairy pack
Hit that I, they stay lyin', bet he Jerry that
Blonde hair and blue eyes, bet I'll Jerry that
I put the city on my back and I carry that
You talkin' 'bout you got cash, nigga, where it's at?
Matter of fact, where you from? We don't know you
You talkin' slick, nigga, I'ma have to show you
This ain't no fairy tale, I don't need Pro Tools
I'm talkin' 'bout my real life lived with no rules
Free my nigga Shan Twizz, they tried to keep him locked
He told me keep on grindin', nigga, never stop
The only way is if you in jail or in a box
He said, "You got it, my nigga, goin' straight to the top"
Loyal to the street code, bitch, I'll never break it
Hatin'-ass fuckboys, y'all'll never make it
Dirtbag, dog hoes, I'll never save 'em
Real nigga to the death, I'll never fake it