*(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.    ______________________________________________________  Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com