paroles de chanson Forgot About Me - Scarface 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"