Never Forgive Me, Never Forget Me (From "Silent Hill 3") - Rod Herold

If I should go, forget me never Please say that you'll remember me I pray the dreams we share together Will shine on in your memory Each time a star falls out of heaven It leaves the sky a deeper blue So if we part, forget me never And don't forget my love for you And don't forget my love for you

The streets will speak for it We ain't standin' Freeband Gang I dedicated every damn thing to this I had to take a loss so I could cherish this shit Two hundred pounds of Kush, I'm tryna sell that shit My migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick Soon as I get my hands on it, I'm gonna sell them shits Young Scooter makin' juggs on them bales and shit And we ain't gotta talk about it, you can tell we rich Everything we went through, man I can never forget By the time I was seven, my Uncle Wayne was in prison We used to take a trip once a month and go visit My Grandma and my Granddad, yeah, they all suspicious Just say no to drugs, hell nah I ain't listen And loyalty is everything, don't ever forget it I keep my gun everywhere I go, I never forget it "And why your Sprite so pink?" I got Promethazine in it "Why you drive your car nervous?" I got dope all in it I custom made a cross from the money I made I threw nickel bands of crack, I should've been in 12th grade I ain't make my auntie's funeral, I ain't never forget it I know she know I love her and I hope she forgive me I dedicated every damn thing to this I had to take a loss so I could cherish this shit Two hundred pounds of Kush, I'm tryna sell that shit My migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick Soon as I get my hands on it, I'm gonna sell them shits Young Scooter makin' juggs on them bales and shit And we ain't gotta talk about it, you can tell we rich Everything we went through man I can never forget I'm the nigga got your sister on the mollies and shit You can tell I ain't the same 'cause I acknowledged the bitch I'm drankin' on my lean, I swear to God I would quit My auntie was a fiend, I used to serve her a hit I'm thankin' God today that she don't smoke it no more I made so much fuckin' money I put a safe in the floor We got traps in every hood, I used to serve out the stove I still own the chopper and the old .44 Stick 'em up, hit 'em up, get it and go We got bags full of cash that we ready to blow Hittin' licks every day, nigga go sell dope Them Jewish lawyers and accountants, that's the life that I know I dedicated every damn thing to this I had to take a loss so I could cherish this shit Two hundred pounds of Kush, I'm tryna sell that shit My migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick Soon as I get my hands on it, I'm gonna sell them shits Young Scooter makin' juggs on them bales and shit And we ain't gotta talk about it, you can tell we rich Everything we went through man I can never forget.