Lyrical Breakdown of Forgot About Me (Feat. Lil' Wayne & Bun B) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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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"