R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Thug Style
2Pac
Lyrics & Rhyme Analysis
70
End
248
Internal
139
Multi
322
Slant
28
Chain
Rhyme Groups — hover to spotlight
[Verse 1]
Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes
In a room full of niggas✦ tryin' to hide ya hoes
I'm gettin'✦ high off buddha✦ 'cause the times✦ be slow
I keep my mind on dough, you never✦ find me broke
And who me? A nigga✦ livin'✦ life like a G
And that artillery✦ keepin'✦ niggas✦ off of me
I can't sleep livin'✦ in these wicked✦ times,✦ peep
Niggas✦ after✦ me 'cause they see I'm stackin' G's and heat
You can holler✦ if you want to, please!!
I ain't runnin'✦ with no punk crew, bleed!!
Enemies and my range is on, you're in the danger✦ zone
My fuckin'✦ game is strong, now hotline
You suckas✦ better✦ find ya mind, I got mine
From hustlin' and bustin'✦ them rhymes✦
To my niggas✦ up in Quentin, down on Rikers Isle
Stay rile, but a nigga✦ gotta✦ use his styles✦
[Chorus]
These, niggas✦ don't know my style
Crooked✦ smile, juvenile,✦ was a problem✦ child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made✦ ass niggas✦ don't know my style
These, niggas✦ don't know my style
Crooked✦ smile, juvenile,✦ was a problem✦ child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made✦ ass niggas✦ don't know my style
[Verse 2]
I could be wrong but I never✦ got along✦ with cops
It's like they stuck from makin'✦ niggas✦ duck from Glocks (Freeze!, Freeze!)
And all the time, my mind's full of thoughts of ends
I'm still rollin'✦ my bucket✦ but I bought me a Benz (Tadow)✦
My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie
'Cause in the dark see they hearts full of homicide
My mama✦ cried when they took me off to jail
Only✦ me inside✦ the cell, straight locked✦ up in this hell
I hear some sucker✦ screamin' like the demon's inside✦
Will 'em away✦ in the mornin',✦ only✦ the strong survive
I cry, but in my own way swallow my pride
Pick a reason to hide from all the niggas✦ that die
Cemetery✦ full of brothers I buried✦ it's goin' down
Even✦ now I wonder✦ will I still be around✦
My hometown is the gutter✦ I was born a wild
I came up out this dust with my heartless style
[Chorus]
These, niggas✦ don't know my style
Crooked✦ smile, juvenile,✦ was a problem✦ child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made✦ ass niggas✦ don't know my style
These, niggas✦ don't know my style
Crooked✦ smile, juvenile,✦ was a problem✦ child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made✦ ass niggas✦ don't know my style
[Verse 3]
I remember✦ Uptown,✦ run catch a kiss
Listenin' to Mr. Magic cuttin'✦ up the hits
And even✦ though I had a habit✦
Makin'✦ words rhyme I was caught up in the madness
Juvenile✦ thugs come on
I tell the whole story✦ nothin'✦ but truth
Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs
And peep me, young G with a gift of gab
Tryna✦ hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab
Remember✦ mama's✦ cookin',✦ no school straight hookin'✦
And tryin' to get with light skinned 'cause she good lookin'✦
And jumpin'✦ over✦ turnstiles 'cause we ain't payin'
Call the cuties✦ cuss words (Bee-yotch!) but we only✦ playin'
I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck
I had to move around✦ a lot 'cause my moms was stuck
I had family✦ but I was way too wild
Had to move to the West to regain✦ my style
[Chorus]
These, niggas✦ don't know my style
Crooked✦ smile, juvenile,✦ was a problem✦ child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made✦ ass niggas✦ don't know my style (scream)
Niggas✦ don't know my style
Crooked✦ smile, juvenile,✦ was a problem✦ child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made✦ ass niggas✦ don't know my style (my nigga✦ scream)
Niggas✦ don't know my style
Crooked✦ smile, juvenile,✦ was a problem✦ child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made✦ ass niggas✦ don't know my style (scream)
Niggas✦ don't know my style
Crooked✦ smile, juvenile,✦ was a problem✦ child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made✦ ass niggas✦ don't know my style (scream)
Niggas✦ don't know my style
Crooked✦ smile, juvenile,✦ was a problem✦ child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made✦ ass niggas✦ don't know my style
These, niggas✦ don't know my style
Crooked✦ smile, juvenile,✦ was a problem✦ child
Try to put me in the mothafuckin'✦ cross, but my force was wild
Mothafuckin'✦ bitches
[Collision]
Swear y'all know a nigga✦
You ever✦ heard a motherfucka say:
"All in the Kool-Aid, don't know the flavor"? Haha✦
You mothafuckas all in my mothafuckin'✦ LB and don't know the beat, haha✦
This shit thuggish, for life, I told y'all, it's album three, see
G sound, freestyle
Motherfuckin'✦ Young Thugs in this motherfucker, that's right
Technical Breakdown
8.9
Multisyllabic Rhymes9.5
Complexity of rhyme schemes (data-driven)
Internal Rhymes9.5
Rhymes within a line (data-driven)
Wordplay / Double Entendres6.5
Clever language, metaphors, punchlines
Cadence / Rhythm10.0
Flow variation and timing (data-driven)
Vocabulary Complexity7.0
Range and depth of words used (data-driven)
Delivery / Breath Control8.5
Performance and control
Computed Score8.86
Production
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Critic Analysis
RAPLEDGER BAROMETER™
The verse excels in rhythmic propulsion and persona-driven delivery, using tight internal rhyme chains to bridge the gap between street-level narrative and aggressive cadence, effectively establishing 2Pac's 'Thug Style' as a sonic signature rather than just lyrical wordplay.
A+
9.5
Multisyllabic
9.5
Internal Rhymes
10
Cadence / Flow
7
Vocabulary
6.5
Wordplay
8.5
Delivery
Assonance-heavy internal rhymingSyncopated flow switchesAggressive prosodyEnjambment-driven velocity
Rhyme Architecture: The verse utilizes a dense, internal-rhyme-heavy AAAA/BBBB progression, often pinning lines on the long 'o' vowel sound (foes/hoes/slow/dough/broke), allowing for a high-speed, percussive cadence that remains locked in the pocket.
Verified Doubles & Entendres
"I keep my mind on dough, you never find me broke"
① Focusing on financial accumulation/hustle.② A literal statement about being unable to locate the speaker in a state of insolvency.
"You're in the danger zone"
① A high-stakes, volatile environment created by the speaker's proximity.② A direct threat referencing the hostile reach of his artillery.
Commanding vocal presence
Seamless integration of rhyme-density with narrative pacing
Authentic, high-intensity delivery style
Consistency in rhythmic cadence
Limited metaphorical complexity
Reliance on genre-standard tropes (money/enemies/prison)
Vocabulary breadth is utilitarian rather than expansive