In The Name Of Rame
Title | In The Name Of Rame |
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Artist | 3X Krazy |
Album | Stackin Chips |
Release Date | 1997-04-08 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | (Intro: Mike Marshall with adlibs by Keak Da Sneak) Oooooooh! (In the name of Rame) In the name of Raymond, (yeah) He was a smooth talker Street balla (In the name of Rame) Oooh ghetto soldier I can't get over, losin', Rame, Rame, Rame (Verse 1: Keak Da Sneak) Uh, the Town is shiftin' like a deer And niggas who got fear of blast, if we near I've seen big time ballas get took out the game Of playa hater-izm, victim, but not my nigga Rame Sharper than a Gillette Specially fresh in a Vette Always known to swang They hate to see a young nigga havin' thangs But couldn't stop, get it off faster than he could chop it Told me one day, if we wasn't signed, then he would drop it I peeped the realest, and was juiced Had love, so I only bought bomb from ten-deuce 15 for a dub, in da doe Cleanest box in the Town, bumpin' the "Next Nigga Ho" A hater tried to kill my folks, now what they do that fo'? It's all wrong See all the love 'n hollerin' kept my playa potna strong He loved that Krazy click So I dedicate this song in the name of Rame A true, blue, soldier in this skrilla-makin' D-game Still ain't never been leaked A potna infiltrated anotha potna that's major deep Was on the creep Pass me the blunt so I can hit it, 'cuz whoever did it They gotta live or die wit it In the name of Rame You might also like(Chorus - Agerman with background vocals by Mike Marshall) I remember back when I was dealin' crack (in the name of Rame) Even the roaches and the rats through the ceiling cracks Knocks whistlin' his name through abandoned shacks (in the name of Rame, yeah) But I would be a fool to let it hold me back In the name of Rame I remember back when I was dealin' crack (in the name of Rame) Even the roaches and the rats through the ceiling cracks Knocks whistlin' his name through abandoned shacks (in the name of Rame, yeah) But I would be a fool to let it hold me back (Ooh, Rame, Rame, Rame) (Verse 2: Bart) It's too much sorrow in my city and it hurts One love to Rame, movin' them thangs in the game like EA Sports Takin' no losses or no shorts But why chu came first? Struck by the ghetto curse Another victim of quenchin' a playa hater's thirst But at first, it was all lav Breakin' up them stacks of cash Livin' life slowly, tryin' to get rich fast was all I have It's game-related, I seen it comin' Watched niggas start hatin' him daily when he flipped that box in a Vette, bumpin' Nobody seen it but it's all hood I figure them bitches who did it consider it all good But y'all would, wanna live life shade Get strapped in the game and take my potna fo' his last days Think you've got it made? Nigga ain't no runnin' back When I put this gun in yo' back Detach 'em, attack 'em To the point no picture can match 'em Put the pistol holder up in the shoulder crystal clear Slit him ear to ear Down to the very compound and off this hemisphere So fear me there I hit 'em up hard where it hurts Then put yo' dick in the dirt The Flow-from-the-Matic-Nina work But the bomb in the blunt can't keep me perked I need a fifth of gin Now bust a blunt again My friend, every corner I bend I'm thinkin' 'bout Rame to the very end So now it's all in his name A true, blue, soldier, in this skrilla-makin' D-game (Chorus - Agerman with background vocals by Mike Marshall) I remember back when I was dealin' crack (in the name of Rame) Even the roaches and the rats through the ceiling cracks Knocks whistlin' his name through abandoned shacks (in the name of Rame, yeah) But I would be a fool to let it hold me back (Ohh, Rame, yeah) I remember back when I was dealin' crack Even the roaches and the rats through the ceiling cracks Knocks whistlin' his name through abandoned shacks (It's a shame) But I would be a fool to let it hold me back (Ooh, Rame, Rame, Rame) (Verse 3: Agerman) I know he's tired of the pain, but he gotta keep hustlin' Wit two daughters of his own and can't be left out strugglin' Gotta raise a family, so he's pullin' 24's Dope houses full of hoes, Hennessy, dank, money and clothes Task kickin' in doors, through the backdo' they gon' be chasin' Crooked cops tryin' to set him up for beatin' all them cases And if he go to jail, next day he post bail Then go back to the spot, to set back up shop to make that mail Day by day livin', and nobody don't want no static AP-9 in the attic, flashlight directin' traffic Pullin' a G daily, watchin' out for these snitches Suckas hatin' and wishin', holes in the clothes from hittin' fences The real deal, peepin' how others doin' it just to chill But he be on the block hustlin' tryin' to pay them bills Flipped him a Vette and he was ridin' wit the "skirt-skirt" Hittin' corners showin' them hatas what the turf is worth Showin' love to his folks, he's tryin' to make a dolla "Here's the blunt, let's get smoke" that's what I heard him holla Even though me and Raymond didn't have the same mother I always looked up to him as being my brother In the name of him |