T.I.

T.I. - Did You Forget lyrics

rate me

[VERSE 1]

Say buddy you in my lane

You backin up the game

You lame

You want fame?

I can give it to yah daddy

I aint took my meds for weeks

And I aint feelin fuckin batty

So if I put the tip of this fifth

To your dick suckin lips

And I give yah the whole clip

Then we both get what we want

You get on the front page

And I get one less chump

I encourage all frauds to jump

I heard they taste like chicken

And my bitch is in the kitchen

With a pot of hot grease

And a couple side dishes

Go figure no meat

Slice this nigga up so we can eat

Kill the reeses on the raps

Trouble makers on the beat

You dudes be talkin so street

And that talk be soundin tough

Untill you gotta talk to me

The authentic is off limits

You dont talk to the truth

If you talkin about gimics

I am the game im not in it

That means fifteen years not fifteen minutes nigga

[CHORUS]

Lets hear it for the bad guy

Clap when he get away

Live to kill another day

Heres a toast to the gun throats

Niggas who aint the list that dont mind gun smoke

To my life time criminals

Remind em what fear is we tired of that whip shit

And if you feelin how im feelin

Put your drinks in the air for the law start killen

[VERSE 2]

The call me reese they uno the sumo

Used to push D like kumo

You know im the realest nigga that do this

Got a crew of real spitters

That'll murder this new shit

I encourage the ladies stay away

From the techno papa today

That shit is gay

The good old years I talk about

Is when a loud mouth nigga still got stomped out

Now everybodys so passive aggressive

You'll get locked up teachin niggas a lesson

But its only so much testin

I can take before I break

And i expose my weapon

I might hit L.A rappin

Last of the heat and start cars still beatin

Im on the west side geekin

This is the turf that I stick my cleats in

[CHORUS]

Lets hear it for the bad guy

Clap when he get away

Live to kill another day

Heres a toast to the gun throats

Niggas who aint the list that dont mind gun smoke

To my life time criminals

Remind em what fear is we tired of that whip shit

And if you feelin how im feelin

Put your drinks in the air for the law start killen

Get this song at:  amazon.com  sheetmusicplus.com

Share your thoughts

0 Comments found