Текст песни: 3x Krazy - In The Name Of Rame



[Featuring Mike Marshall]

*(Mike Marshall)*

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 *(Prince Of Darkness)*

Uh.

The Town is shifted like a pier

an niggaz who got fear, of blastin, you too 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 in a Vet

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 choosed

had love so I only bought bomb from 7-duce

15 for a drop

an a dub, click, boxin up trouble an the next nigga hoe

I heard they tried to kill my folks, now what they do that for?

it`s all wrong,

see all the lovin got 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 deep game

still they ain`t never been linked

a potna infatrated, another potna that`s major deep

was on the creep

pass me the bomb so I can hit, cuz who ever did it

they gotta know, and die wit it

in the name of Rame.

*(Chorus- Mike Marshall)* x2

I remember back when I was dealin crack

(in the name of Raymond)

even the roaches and the rats through the cealing cracks

knots whistlin his name through abandoned shacks

(in the name of Raymond)

but I would be a fool to let it hold me back

In the name of Rame.

Verse 2 *(Keek The Sneek)*

It`s too much sorrow in my city an it hurts

one loved to rap, movin them thangs in the game like EA Sports

takin no losses or no shorts

but what came first, struck wit a ghetto curse

another victim, acquit them of playa haters thirst, but at first

it was all laughs

breakin up them stacks of cash

livin life slowly, tryin to get rich fast was all I had

it`s gang-related, I seen it comin

watch niggaz start hatin that day when he flipped that box in the vet,

bumpin

nobody seen it, but it`s our hood

I figure them bitches who did it consider it all good, but y`all would

wanna live like shade

get strapped in the game, an 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 come at ya

put the pistol hold up on his shoulder crystal clear

slit him ear to ear, down to the rear, countin in this hemisphere

so fear me dear

I hit `em up hard where it hurts

then put yo dick in the dirt

the Flow-to-the-Matic-Nina works, but some bomb in a blunt can`t keep

me

perked

I need a fifth of gin

not 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, deep game.

*(Chorus)*

Verse 3 *(Ager Man)*

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

got to raise a family, so he`s pullin 24`s

dope houses full of hoes, hennessey, dank, money and clothes

task kickin in doors

hit the back door, they gonna be chasin

crooked cops tryin to set him up for beatin all the cases

an 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

an nobody don`t want no static

A-P 9 in the attic

five stripes, I`m wreckin traffic

pullin a G daily

watch how I pull these snitches

suckas hatin, and wishin

hoes on the ground from hittin fences

the real deal

peep how others do it juss to chill

but he be on the block hustlin tryin to pay them bills

flipped him a Vet an he was ridin wit the "skirt-skirt"

hittin corners showin them hatas what the Turf is worth

showin love to his folks, and tryin to make a dolla

"Here`s a 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.

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[Featuring Mike Marshall]

*(Mike Marshall)*

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 *(Prince Of Darkness)*

Uh.

The Town is shifted like a pier

an niggaz who got fear, of blastin, you too 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 in a Vet

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 choosed

had love so I only bought bomb from 7-duce

15 for a drop

an a dub, click, boxin up trouble an the next nigga hoe

I heard they tried to kill my folks, now what they do that for?

it`s all wrong,

see all the lovin got 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 deep game

still they ain`t never been linked

a potna infatrated, another potna that`s major deep

was on the creep

pass me the bomb so I can hit, cuz who ever did it

they gotta know, and die wit it

in the name of Rame.

*(Chorus- Mike Marshall)* x2

I remember back when I was dealin crack

(in the name of Raymond)

even the roaches and the rats through the cealing cracks

knots whistlin his name through abandoned shacks

(in the name of Raymond)

but I would be a fool to let it hold me back

In the name of Rame.

Verse 2 *(Keek The Sneek)*

It`s too much sorrow in my city an it hurts

one loved to rap, movin them thangs in the game like EA Sports

takin no losses or no shorts

but what came first, struck wit a ghetto curse

another victim, acquit them of playa haters thirst, but at first

it was all laughs

breakin up them stacks of cash

livin life slowly, tryin to get rich fast was all I had

it`s gang-related, I seen it comin

watch niggaz start hatin that day when he flipped that box in the vet,

bumpin

nobody seen it, but it`s our hood

I figure them bitches who did it consider it all good, but y`all would

wanna live like shade

get strapped in the game, an 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 come at ya

put the pistol hold up on his shoulder crystal clear

slit him ear to ear, down to the rear, countin in this hemisphere

so fear me dear

I hit `em up hard where it hurts

then put yo dick in the dirt

the Flow-to-the-Matic-Nina works, but some bomb in a blunt can`t keep

me

perked

I need a fifth of gin

not 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, deep game.

*(Chorus)*

Verse 3 *(Ager Man)*

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

got to raise a family, so he`s pullin 24`s

dope houses full of hoes, hennessey, dank, money and clothes

task kickin in doors

hit the back door, they gonna be chasin

crooked cops tryin to set him up for beatin all the cases

an 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

an nobody don`t want no static

A-P 9 in the attic

five stripes, I`m wreckin traffic

pullin a G daily

watch how I pull these snitches

suckas hatin, and wishin

hoes on the ground from hittin fences

the real deal

peep how others do it juss to chill

but he be on the block hustlin tryin to pay them bills

flipped him a Vet an he was ridin wit the "skirt-skirt"

hittin corners showin them hatas what the Turf is worth

showin love to his folks, and tryin to make a dolla

"Here`s a 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.

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