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    In The Name Of Rame

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    (feat. 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 cant 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
    Ive 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 couldnt stop, get it off faster than he could chop it
    told me one day, if we wasnt 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?
    its 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 aint never been linked
    a potna infatrated, another potna thats 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]
    Its 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
    its 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 its our hood
    I figure them bitches who did it consider it all good, but yall would
    wanna live like shade
    get strapped in the game, an take my potna fo his last days
    think youve got it made?
    Nigga aint 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 cant keep me
    perked
    I need a fifth of gin
    not bust a blunt again
    my friend every corner I bend, Im thinkin bout Rame to the very end
    so now its all in his name
    a true, blue soldier
    in this skrilla makin, deep game.
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 3: Ager Man]
    I know hes tired of the pain, but he gotta keep hustlin
    wit two daughters of his own, and cant be left out strugglin
    got to raise a family, so hes pullin 24s
    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 dont want no static
    A-P 9 in the attic
    five stripes, Im 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
    "Heres a blunt, lets get smoke" thats what I heard him holla
    even though me and Raymond didnt have the same mother
    I always looked up to him as being my brother
    in the name of him.
    [ In The Name Of Rame Lyrics ]
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