Seems like everybody, everybody, everybody Everybody forgotten about me Will I ever, ever, ever be free?
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 ground breakin' like an earthquake 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 Li'l Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody Everybody forgotten about me (My nigga, featuring Li'l Wayne) Will I ever, ever, ever, be free? (Came here to fuck with me tonight, shawty)
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 original 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 (My nigga) Will I ever, ever, ever, be free?
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 dough, motherfuckers drop and kiss the flo'
Light bulb flow, I glass shatter, transistors blow I'm the shit fo' sho, roll with it, bitch or [Incomprehensible] 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 this or even back do' Balla block, a short stop or drop down in fat, hoe (What?)
I don't keep it a hundred, I keep it a thousand I'm hood, so I rep the hood direct from the public housing Mayne, 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 (Muthafuckin' G) Everybody forgotten about me (K, fo' life) Will I ever, ever, ever, be free? (Long live the pimp)