(feat. Lil Wayne, Bun B)
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"I know they miss yoooooou..." - [Billy Paul]
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[Chorus: sampled from Billy Paul's "Just a Prisoner"]
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It seems like every-BODY, everybody, everybody
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Everybody forgotten about me..
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Will I ever, ever, EVER, be free?
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Huh, uh, HUH?
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[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
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Just when they thought it was safe
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I picked up the phone and called it a day
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I bought a new car, caught a new case - fuck it
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The harder I walk, the ground shall shake
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Stompin, the harder I march, the ground will break
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I am, groundbreakin, like an earthquake, heh-heh
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Yeah, I run this shit, but I'll tackle it
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You want me to break it down, I'ma fracture it
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My mind is wanderin, I can't find it
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But ten times outta ten, my mind on the mon-ey
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Bandana around my head like I know karate
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And I'll wax a nigga's ass like Mister Miyagi
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And it ain't over 'til the fat lady sang
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And that bitch got a whole lot more weight to gain
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And call me by my new name
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(...What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
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"It seems like every-BODY, everybody, everybody
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Everybody forgotten about me..
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Will I ever, ever, ever, be free?
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Huh, uh, HUH"
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(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne..
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Came here to fuck with me tonight, shwaty)
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[Scarface - Verse 2]
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I am as, real as they come as hard as they get
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They go to talkin off the wall I put a par' in they shit
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I'm the o-riginal gangsta, I'll tell you how I do it
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I take niggaz from the jump when they step to me with that bullshit
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I am a fool, bitch, a native H-Town from the south side of Houston
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You're tuned to the sounds of a nigga, who don't give a fuck
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'casue one way or the other
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I'm gon' still get mine, play the game, motherfucker
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The truth is in the building and I came tonight
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And I done sold so many records, change my name to life
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'cause I can breathe into the hood, make it feel my pain
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And even though they try to change me, I remain the same
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And even if I did have that chrome-plated grill on my shit
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I come from out the motherfuckin bricks
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Now, never forget, where I come from, son
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I'm respected in these motherfuckin streets I run
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I'm Face
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"It seems like every-BODY, everybody, everybody
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Everybody forgotten about me..
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Will I ever, ever, ever, be free?
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Huh, uh, HUH"
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(MY, NIGGA)
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[Bun B - Verse 3]
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It's Bun B, the nigga Mr. Swisher, and Mr. Flows
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Mr. Brick, Mr. Killer Grams Nigga, Mr. 'BOWS
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Mr. Slab, Mr. Candy Paint, nigga Mr. Dough
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and Mr. Eighty-fo', hatin hoe, we think yo' sister know
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When I hits the do', motherfuckers drop and kiss the flo'
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Light bulb flow, I glass shatter, transistors blow
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I'm the shit fo' sho! Roll wit it, bitch or {?} worm
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I'm hot in this heat, a head shot'll keep your perm burned
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It's my turn, I earn stripes and paid dues so
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Don't be surprised if I'm in a trap or own a new show
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I don't TRY snitch, sneak diss or even backdo'
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Balla block, a short stop or drop down in Fat, hoe
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(What!) I don't keep it a hunnid (huh), I keep it a thousand
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I'm hood, so I rep the hood, direct from the public housing
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(Manye!) I got it crunk like Obama in a 'Fesco
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Nuttin less than the best, hoe
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Nigga, let's go it's U..
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"It seems like every-BODY, everybody, everybody (muthafuckin G..)
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Everybody forgotten about me.. (K, fo' LIFE!)
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Will I ever, ever, ever, be free? (Long Live the Pimp!)
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Huh, uh, HUH"
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Forgot About Me
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| Scarface |
