Hurt M Badd - Hail Mary Remix lyrics

[Intro - 2Pac] Here we go; we gonna send this one out to the old school All these motherf**ers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island Queens, and all the motherf**ers that laid it down, the foundation Ya know what I'm saying? Nothing but love for the old school That's who were going do this one for, ya feel me? BVD's and sh** Ain't nothin' like the motherf**in' old school, n***a And I know you kinda like reminiscin' when I just freak it to ya like that So why don't you flip that sh** for these motherf**ers and like, you know Really just let them see how you picture the old school Cause it ain't the same for every motherf**er, you feel me? So, uh, take us back, n***a [Verse 1 - K. Jayz] I remember back when I was younger I mean back when a n***a was still wearin' Pampers I would listen to Nas and Lauryn Hill “If I Ruled the World”, that sh** was so surreal “Keep Ya Head Up” wasn't really advice I would listen to Cause n***as would talk about me And I was so misconstrued about what I'm supposed to do Everyday, makin' so many mistakes Cruisin' down that ride, listen to mixtapes I remember Christmas Day, my first boombox A li'l kid blastin' loud music Boondocks I listened to 2Pac, Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre And n***as my age wasn't doin' the same thing They steady listenin' to new millennium music They were good, but now they all just abusin' hip-hop And I just won't stand for it That's why I make real music to pamper it [Hook x2 - 2Pac] Come with me Hail Mary, n***a, run quick see What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? La da da da, la la la la [Verse 2 - 2Pac] I remember Mr. Magic, Flash, Grandmaster Caz LL raising hell but, that didn't last Eric B. & Rakim was, the sh** to me I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D And Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill Had my homies on the hill getting ill, when sh** was real Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane When De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game I can't explain how it was, Whodini Had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was Them block parties in the projects, and on my block You diggy don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic Remember "Push It" was the bomb sh**, nuttin like the old school Remember popping and locking to Kurtis Blow, the name belts And Scott LaRock the Super Ho back in Latin Quarters When Slick Rick was spittin La Di Da Di Gaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remember Breakdancing to Melle Mel Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti Be careful don't let the transit cops see me It ain't nothing like the old school! [Outro - 2Pac] Aye, on the real though, ain't nothin' like the old school Aye, I was at Latin Quarters, n***a, when Eric B. and Rakim did “I Ain't No Joke” for the first time Aye, remember motherf**ers used to get they gold chain snatched? Remember that sh**? Remember seeing Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherf**ing party? Remember how f**ers used to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?" And motherf**ers would lose they God Damn Mind! That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin' I remember goin' places that motherf**ers was scared to say They was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that sh** was the bomb Back in the motherf**ing old school, n***a Remember skelly, n***a? Knocking n***as out the box, popping boxes? Remember stickball? Member n***as to run that sh** like that? Remember the block? Remember screaming up at your moms from the window? The ice cream truck, remember all the mother- Member the italian icey's yo? Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish n***as comin down With the coconut icey's and sh**?