Forgot About Me (feat. Lil Wayne & Bun B)

It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody

Everybody forgotten about me

Will I ever, ever, ever, be free?

Huh, uh, huh?

Just when they thought it was safe

I picked up the phone and called it a day

I bought a new car, caught a new case fuck it

The harder I walk, the ground shall shake

Stompin, the harder I march, the ground will break

I am, groundbreakin, like an earthquake, he he

Yeah, I run this shit, but I'll tackle it

You want me to break it down, I'ma fracture it

My mind is wanderin, I can't find it

But ten times outta ten, my mind on the money

Bandana around my head like I know karate

And I'll wax a nigga's ass like Mister Miyagi

And it ain't over 'til the fat lady sang

And that bitch got a whole lot more weight to gain

And call me by my new name

(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne

It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody

Everybody forgotten about me

Will I ever, ever, ever, be free?

Huh, uh, huh?

I am as, real as they come as hard as they get

They go to talkin off the wall I put a par' in they shit

I'm the o-riginal gangsta, I'll tell you how I do it

I take niggaz from the jump when they step to me with that bullshit

I am a fool, bitch, a native H-Town from the south side of Houston

You're tuned to the sounds of a nigga, who don't give a fuck

Cause one way or the other

I'm gon' still get mine, play the game, motherfucker

The truth is in the building and I came tonight

And I done sold so many records, change my name to life

Cause I can breathe into the hood, make it feel my pain

And even though they try to change me, I remain the same

And even if I did have that chrome-plated grill on my shit

I come from out the motherfuckin bricks

Now, never forget, where I come from, son

I'm respected in these motherfuckin streets I run

I'm Face

It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody

Everybody forgotten about me

Will I ever, ever, ever, be free?

Huh, uh, huh?

It's Bun B, the nigga Mr. Swisher, and Mr. Flows

Mr. Brick, Mr. Killer Grams Nigga, Mr. 'Bows

Mr. Slab, Mr. Candy Paint, nigga Mr. Dough

And Mr. Eighty-fo', hatin hoe, we think yo' sister know

When I hits the do', motherfuckers drop and kiss the flo'

Light bulb flow, I glass shatter, transistors blow

I'm the shit fo' sho! Roll wit it, bitch or learn worm

I'm hot in this heat, a head shot'll keep your perm burned

It's my turn, I earn stripes and paid dues so

Don't be surprised if I'm in a trap or own a new show

I don't try snitch, sneak diss or even backdo'

Balla block, a short stop or drop down in Fat, hoe

(What) I don't keep it a hunnid (huh), I keep it a thousand

I'm hood, so I rep the hood, direct from the public housing

(Manye) I got it crunk like Obama in a 'Fesco

Nuttin less than the best, hoe

Nigga, let's go it's you

It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody

Everybody forgotten about me

Will I ever, ever, ever, be free?

Huh, uh, HUH"