T.I.

[fox69]

"Poppin Bottles"
(feat. Drake)

"Poppin Bottles"
(feat. Drake)



[Chorus ‒ T.I.]
My section in the club, Remy, Rose
When you're all ready say go, okay
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing
Tell the club owner, fuck yo' couch, Rick James nigga
Pop a bottle, make that thing go bow
Let her drink it till she drown
Let a girl go wild, pop a bottle
Bow, bow, bow...

[T.I.]
Bring the 1738 Champagne the boss
Watch you gettin' money make it rain buy a bottle
Pop a cork, dork
If I may retort
I ball just as hard tomorrow as the day before
I pop bottles but I don't pour
Save the glass for guys, we ballin' on a budget
Fuck it, let your glasses rise
I'm straight to the head with mine, why you acting surprised
Ask any hoe who know me, all I do is smash and ride
Buckets of bubbly, shake it up and let it splash in the eyes
Ain't no subtraction, only cash to divide
We gettin' money, bank roll, supersized
Whether rain, sleet, sunny
Let the good times roll and the bottles keep coming

[Chorus]

[Drake]
Yeah, okay, bring that shit to poppa
I heard you talk bout other niggas
Them other nigga no matter
The tag team back bitch, boom shakalaka
Me and Weezy run this shit so bring me one soda and vodka
And a Fiji for my nigga 'cause the police probably watching
Man, probation is a bitch but going back is not an option
We be sunning all these niggas, put there ass up for adoption
And we start with straight shots, that get the bottle poppin'
We be working all night, telethon shit
Roll a super skinny one chanel iman shit
Oh, that's that fire, that have you calm shit
You with a lot of dudes, that's that Elton John shit
Ah, to each his own, I like a freak that's grown
I like a bad bitch from a decent home
Me and Tip, that's that pimpin' that we preachin' on
And everybody tryna listen nigga, speakerphone

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I know the sucker wish the judge threw the book at me
'cause I show up to the club, super cool, look at me
Everything brand new, you get money like who?
Spent 150 on my car and my Audemar too
When I walk up in the spot, ain't nobody saw you
They see me like "There he go"
Look at you like "Ah, who?"
Bought every bottle at the bar
Shortie you know how I do
I take em all across your, I ain't finna argue
Still big shit poppin, nothing changed but my clothes
Triple digits in my pocket, rubber band bank roll
Tell the bitch I take you places where your man can't go
Can't be, he ain't doing shit, if he ain't me
Can't you see the difference between us when I walking to the door
Your twenty thousand worth of ones, start letting money go
Let it fly, throw some twenty when my one running low
Fifty stack, I'mma show you how to ball, triple that

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Porn Star"

"Porn Star"


[Intro]
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Damn shawty, look at you
I'm saying man, is it just me
Or do you have too much ass in them jeans?
Come here

[Verse 1]
Ay, I been watching you awhile now
And I just wanna find a way to make you smile now
Why you blushing?
Forget about them other guys now
I know you ain't going try and tell me that you shy now
I realize that your beauty could intimidate
Them suckers you ain't got no business wit'em anyway
Wit such a pretty face, big booty, little waist line
I wanna grind from behind to the baseline
Have a great time, pour yourself a shot girl
Chase it with a lime, now you feeling like a hot girl
I know you probably use to dealing with them wannabes
But honestly I gotta say I'm who they wanna be
I promise all I wanna see is you up under me
And we can disappear whenever, when you wanna leave?
I can guarantee the ride of your life
Any fantasies on your mind we can try'em tonight

[Chorus]
We're sittin here
(I'm lookin at you like damn)
We're sippin on Patrãn, something's on my mind
(You wanna leave wit me tonight?)
It's been Killing me all night long and I wonder
(Listen shawty let me tell you what I'm thinkin bout)
Oh girl, I wonder
(For real, shawty let me tell you what I'm thinkin bout)
It's the end of the night
I thinkin your might, wanna leave the bar
Park the car, turn into porn star

[Verse 2]
Yes, I love to hear about your interest
I gotta say your intellect got me impressed
See your panties through your dress like a silhouette
Patrãn got me thinkin sex, is you feeling that?
No disrespect though, a simple yes/no
Hey let yourself let go, shawty let's go
Pull up to the crib, get you through the threshold
Kiss you from your pretty lips to your red toes
Time tickin it's the end of the night
And you can leave wit your friend if you like
But I'm saying though
We can ride out, back to my house
I wanna see you satisfied inside out
Once I'm in you ain't gonna want me to slide out
You tell your girlfriends they gonna wanna try it out
A little more of this will loosen you up
What we can't do in the club, we can do in the truck

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Hey would ya, stay?
Could ya play wit it with your tongue just a little?
You're such a sexy individual, physical and mental
And if you sentimental
Shouldn't the rules bend a little
Let me start at the top, stop in the middle
Use a popsicle make shiver, giggle when it tickle
I can talk to you dirty if you like that
I finish once, hit a blunt, start right back
I know you told me you a good girl
But shawty you a grown woman not a little girl
You can blame it on the Patrãn or the champagne
But sometimes being bad can be a good thing, ya now

[Chorus - Repeat 2x]

 

[fox69]

"Prayin' For Help"

"Prayin' For Help"


[Intro:]
Our father
Who are in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven
Give us this day, our daily bread
Forgive us for our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
Lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
God is tha kingdom, tha power, and the glory
Foreva and eva, hmp amen

[Verse 1:]
Man Im prayin fo help
While I lookin at the life I left
Its kinda hard not to hate myself
But quiet is kept
Right or wrong its just tha way I felt
I might be better off prayin for death
On my knees I knelt,
Still tryin ta find a way ta except
That aint a way I can help nobody till I save myself
Technically Im still a slave myself
I gotta climb out tha grave myself
Man, I played myself
But when I look at all tha fans i touched
I ask how can a man whos done so much, be treated so unjust
Cause I tried to inspire tha folks
You wanna condem cause they sell dope
Well man, show em tha ropes
Be a fatha or a football coach
A role model lord asemble tha hope
Take anotha approach
Instead of testifiyin againt em in court
Handcuffin em and closin tha doe, so they can be worse than befo
Cant you see they only do what they know
And you wonder why they don care no mo
Life aint fair, I know
But why Im hated everywhere i go
Next time you wanna compare my flow just know

[Chorus:]
Im prayin fo help
Askin somebody else to give me a hand, Im tryin hard but i am only a man
Man, Im prayin fo help
Hopin somebody else could see what I see, its like tha hood only matter ta me
They got me prayin fo help
Hopin sombody eles can carry tha torch, Im all alone wit no kind of support
While I was prayin fa help
Realized i'on need nobody else, If god wit me i can do it myself
Tired of just prayin fo help

[Verse 2:]
I know its only one king, one thing, one being only somethin I believe without seeing
And with all my faith
I pray somehow, some way, regaurdless of what anyone say
I believe one day
That Ima change my life, get right, start livin like christ, to tha end of my fight
Ima be defendin my strife
Till somebody come and shut off my lights
I aint neva gon quit
No matta how difficult its gon get
And you can bet whateva on this
Im foeva gon spit
Harder than niggas hatin on tip
You can take away and place it on tip
I double my load
Carry it as tha trouble unfolds
Hold yo'lls, and I bet I dont fold
Put that on my soul
If it take till Im a hundred years old
Bet Im reachin everyone of my goals
No

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Hah, just so many times
I don wished I could change my mind
Change my life and leave tha game behind
And its been so many days
I don prayed I could find a way
Find tha heart and tha time to say
Only so many are blessed
Wit so many chances,
So many checks,
So many fans,
Wit so many arrests
And its been so many deaths
So many prisons wit niggas in there
And tha system keep playin them to tha left
Man, so many tests,
So many hatas love seein ya stress
But tribulations come wit being tha best
Still its so many who flex
Singin bout texts
When they greener than shreks
Sellin dreams, never seen in tha jets
That's why Im seen as a threat
So many stripes
Off tha streaks of my vest
When so many rappers get so little respect
Now niggas faith on tha shelf
Cause of tha cards that a nigga was delt
Or tha heart that a nigga don delt
So many niggas don left out of da hood
Instead of givin back they stayed fo they self
So many playin they self
Instead of readin, educatin they self
The ones that don even pray fo they self
Got me

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Private Show"
(feat. Chris Brown)

"Private Show"
(feat. Chris Brown)



[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Girl take it off for me, you know just what I want
It's always hard to leave, this private show
Let me see it, see it, let me see it take it off
Let me see it take it off, take it off (let me)
Let me see it take it off, take it off

[Verse 1 - T.I.:]
Hey Shawty let me see you take it off, toot it up
Back into me, pass it to me
Imagine hanging half way off the mattress while your ass is moving
Up and down, back and forth, so ratchet when you supposed to be
A lady to the naked eye, but a nasty lil' hoe to me
If only the masses could see your ass when it's in action, I swear
Manhandle you in public places, I make you take it right here
You got no idea, listen girl with this pole right here, ow
Beat it up, be grabbin' hair
Leavin' hand prints on your derrière
Now, can you, just kiss it for me while I'm doin' 'bout a hundred on the highway
Get it, slap it wet, get it big, girl I bet you could finish before I pull up on the driveway
And this ain't no child play, this grown man B.I. girl I'll say
I got your ass in the scope, ain't gotta be close shawty I could hit your pussy from a mile away

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
Hey let me see you take it off, lay it down
Like this my last day in town
I'm puttin' in work no playin' around
But shawty I'm sayin', now
Me let you walk away without walkin' funny
Be talkin' bout me, I highly doubt it
So, let me take you to a private island
Make you take this dick, don't cry about it
How it feel to you girl? Don't lie about it, no
Shawty you ain't gotta lie about it
Blackin' out in that pussy like a power outage
Got a man, well he gon' be sour about it
But I just wanna be on your team
Provide you with your protein
Leave wet dreams all in your face
Them tattoos all over your waist
Got me rock solid, can't touch that
I'm fuckin' you like I'm upset
Chokin' you, long stroking you
Say you came twice, not enough yet
Because a cat that phat is very rare
And my dick ought to be buried there
I love how you kick it in public
But in private, we on some wild shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Chris Brown:]
Made a reservation, you're my favorite place to be
All day, contemplatin' baby, waitin' patiently
There's nobody like your body way you climb on top of me
We're in hell and lady you're the closest thing to heavenly
I want you all to myself, nothing at all, I can't help it
Cause what you got on is fly as hell, but I need a better view
Just show me the real you

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Project Steps"

"Project Steps"


Old habit die hard huh
Disrespect will not be disregarded partna
You cross dat line I'm goin' off bout mine
Man woman and child, no exception home boy
no disrespect will be tolerated come hell or high water
You understand that? Ya bitch!
Bankroll mafia, hustle gang ova everythang nigga

I got fake bitches on my timeline
Sucka niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even wasting my time
Even replying to letcha know I don't feel you
Fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go
Ain't no turnin' round lookin' back
I Swear to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard
I'ma, Bankhead nigga to the heart
Tote tools on the boulevard
Its young niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we showin’ off
Caught that line and we goin’ off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin’ call?
You violatin, we ain’t lettin’ nothin’ go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the fuckin' wall
Puss, you disrespectful nigga, got that
I ain’t neva been shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from “What You Know About That?”

[Hook:]
I’m just a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin’ money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till ain’t one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my business, handle my business
Try me, I'ma handle my business
Try me I'ma handle my business, try me

I got fake bitches in my timeline
Hatin' niggas in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a clear view
Of the city with my dick up in it
But in the morning won’t remember which bitch is it, shit
Ay I’m too rich for this shit but I’m too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just like goin’ against God
And I ain’t gotta make excuses
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start trippin'
Don’t be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, wassup
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain’t doin' enough
I’m poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in your door masked up like, “Who in the fuck?”
Boy you a ho ho, not just a little piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

[Hook:]
I’m just a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin’ money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til ain’t one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my business, handle my business
Try me, I'ma handle my business
Try me I'ma handle my business, try me

All I wanna do is go and chill
Take my mind off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I’m a daddy, love my little girls
But I’ll still check a bitch like ‘Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey I ain’t grow into it, I was born with it
Used to sell crack to the children of the corn
I’m the reason why your mama warned you
Pray you don’t die before you make it to the street corner

[Hook:]
I’m just a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin’ money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til ain’t one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my business, handle my business
Try me, I'ma handle my business
Try me I'ma handle my business, try me!

 

[fox69]

"Pyro"

"Pyro"


[Verse 1]
I got a corkscrew swag, they see me and get it poppin’
I wear their ass out and in the morning take ‘em shoppin’
Treat a ho so sweet, they get wit’ me, they spoilt rotten
They wanna be my baby, call me daddy no adoption
Shawty raw, ball, out at all costs
Hit the club twice as fly as anybody y’all saw
Training wheels on the hustle I will never fall off
You can keep ya pussy baby, give me all jaw
I’m young dumb, cold as they come
Treat me like the drummer, give me some would ya hun’
Yeah I’m hung but I still get sprung with the tongue
Fuck her good all night, even the sun finna come

[Hook]
I’m on fire and ice cold
A black Benz, a white Rolls
Like loose women, and tight clothes
Say I’m the bomb bitch, I’m dynamite pyro
(Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow..)
I’m dynamite, pyro
(Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow..)
I’m the bomb bitch, I’m dynamite, pyro

[Verse 2]
Rock a bad bitch, you with me, what’s there name? who cares?
Treat ‘em like Twix, keep ‘em coming in pairs
Go insane in that pussy but I never go fair
Debonair, so rare shawty it ain’t even fair
Everywhere you see I be, I get that don’t handle my B.I
Money small thing to a giant, Eli
G4 flying, I don’t ever see the kiosk
I take a nigga little bitch and buy her a little Prius, yes
They ain’t on fire like we is
Certified flyer, recognize us where you see us
Take no shit, no how, no way
We TNT C4, okay

[Hook]
I’m on fire and ice cold
A black Benz, a white Rolls
Like loose women, and tight clothes
Say I’m the bomb bitch, I’m dynamite pyro
(Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow..)
I’m dynamite, pyro
(Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow..)
I’m the bomb bitch, I’m dynamite, pyro

[Verse 3]
Party at the presidential, if you with it, lets get it
No matter where you live, I’m the hottest in your city
They talking ‘bout they balling and their flossing but I live it
I sit her in that Phantom, get her out that Honda Civic
In the VIP I’m chillin’, everythang ice cold
Black chicks, Latin bitches, Asian broads, white hoes
Fuck wit’ hoes who like hoes, only if they tight though
Purse game insane, shoe game psycho
Black on black, credit card on deck
And a Black Maybach on the Boulevard
Plex and V.S.’s in the chain, filled wit’ clear stones
Hero as I can be, H.N.I.C., I’m gone!

[Hook]
I’m on fire and ice cold
A black Benz, a white Rolls
Like loose women, and tight clothes
Say I’m the bomb bitch, I’m dynamite pyro
(Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow..)
I’m dynamite, pyro
(Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow..)
I’m the bomb bitch, I’m dynamite, pyro

 

[fox69]

"Raw"

"Raw"


[Chorus]
You niggas ain't raw
I don't buy none a that bullshit you tellin' me
King you'll never be, I can see you niggas ain't raw
Hell naw, give a damn who you go and get
Real niggas know it we can notice that you niggas ain't raw
Even know now you 'posed to be down with so and so
Still the same lame from a year ago, I know you ain't raw
You ain't graduated with the gladiators, you just practice for the young assassinators
You know you ain't raw

[Verse]
Fuck that shit you tellin' us
I know you ain't shit as us
You ain't no competitor, that shit there ain't scarin' us
You bought ya self a slaughterin' a coffin's what you headed for
You ain't wanna die well nigga what you pull a weapon for?
Just cause we the niggas all of yo hoe bitches checkin' for
and ain't nobody real niggas rather hear instead of us
You ain't out shinin us, you ain't out sellin' us
A lot of niggas do it don't nobody do it well as us
Hater wanna flex with us
Let em get vested up
Hit em with the choppa chest and up, bet I wet cha up
Let cha partna get cha up, ain't nobody catchin' us
But this some shit I'm bound to receive a lethal injection for
King of the whole thing, fuck whoever steppin' up
Give a damn whoever behind him, care about who catchin' up
Long as I'm alive the second best you have to settle for
Come on now you really think you betta, bruh

[Chorus]

[Verse]
I got 44's glowing on a boat just goin'
This bitch, his bitch, and yo bitch blowin'
Young pimpin' get dough like his last name Cohen
My fan base spread and the shit kept growing
that what got me getting head in the vessel
of the G4 again hook a hustle up with investors
now there he go again
Twenty million later I guessin' it finally soakin' in
unless you just a hater who mad at me cause he broke again
Sellin' all his jewelry considerin' sellin' dope again
cuz he was ballin' out of control and posed to be focusin'
Wanna be the king by default they hopin' for openin'
Pray the see the day they hear me say I never flow again
But au contraire I guarantee one year after another they'll suffer as long as I'm here
Fear no man alive I don't care, you don't run shit nigga be clear

[Chorus 2x]

 

[fox69]

"Ready For Whatever"

"Ready For Whatever"


"Hate the price of fame 'cause it costs too much" (yeah boy)
"And you lame niggas talk too much" (yeah)
"I'm ready for whatever, somebody better tell 'em" (yeah boy)
"I said I'm ready for whatever, hey hey"

[Verse 1]
Even though my head in the clouds, I'm planted on the pavement
How I'm walking around, people stand in amazement
And I play a lot of game on where I be and I ain't playing with it
They so judgmental, everyday they don't understand
If your life was in jeopardy, everyday is you telling me
You wouldn't need weaponry just because of your felony
Consider this at least, I got everybody sweating me
On the streets is people who won't rest unless I rest in peace
Killed my folk a year ago, still in my sleep they threaten me
Paranoia stressing me, ain't nobody protecting me
I'm dealing with the pressure from my partner dying next to me
Think 'cause no one's arrested, they coming for me eventually
This was all the things I was going through mentally
This could be the reason I ignored the penitentiary
Now mention them New Orlean niggas coming in the city
Killing all summer long, ain't nobody paying attention

[Interlude]
Now is it that hard to understand if you listen
Either die or go to jail, that's a hell of a decision
But I'm wrong and I know that my excuses aren't important
I'm just tryna let you know that I ain't think I had a choice

[Chorus]
I had straps in my ride, gotta go to prison
You're waiting on me to die, you're gonna be waiting for a minute
Ready for whatever, somebody better tell 'em
I'll be here when the smoke clears and everythin settles, for real
Can't afford the price of fame 'cause it costs too much
Plus these sucker niggas lame and they talk too much
Ready for whatever, somebody better tell 'em
I'll be here when the smoke clears and everythin settles, for real

[repeat + ad-libs]
For real

[Verse 2]
I'm a man, I ain't perfect, gotta admit it I'm guilty
But understand, feel me how I ride filthy
'cause niggas out there plot to rob me and kill me
500 thousand every year spent on security
And my future was bright, but now it's getting blurry
'cause niggas in a hurry to find me and bury me
But surely, God will deliver me up out it
I'm a fighter to the heart and I'll forever be about it
I'm a father to my sons, asset to my community
Look at all that I done, my good outweigh the negativity
Mentally, I was focused on not letting history repeat itself,
That's why heat was kept in that vicinity
"Yes officially I broke the law but not maliciously"
Through all of the publicity, was anybody considering
My position and the logic came from my decision
"But they caught me with it, now I'm off to prison, period"

[Interlude]
But is it that hard to understand if you listen
Either die or go to jail, that's a hell of a decision
But I'm wrong and I know that my excuses aren't important
I'm just tryna let you know that I ain't think I had a choice

[Chorus]

[repeat + ad-libs]
For real

[T.I. talking 'til song fades]

 

[fox69]

"Ready Set Go"
(feat. Killer Mike)

"Ready Set Go"
(feat. Killer Mike)



[Chorus:]
Hut one, Hut two two
ready set go
make these niggas get right
or get low
Hut one, hut two two
ready set go
make these niggas get right
or get low
get low, get low or get right right
holla kill kill for da nigga Big Mike Big Mike
get low get low or get right right
holla kill kill for da nigga Big Mike Big Mike

[Killer Mike - Verse 1:]
I know these streets bout tired of this weak shit, ya style been ran thru like a freak bitch. Da pussy club got ya angered wit ya frequent. Ed hard hard ass nigga and ya sequence, might as well shop at victoria secret have em gift warp you some "I love Pink" shit. Rap due and yall niggas deliquent, ya better find anotha nigga to link wit, cause da nigga you link wit is a lie fool, I used to bully dat monkey nigga in high school. Sit at da lunch table, steal and eat his damn food. da pretty girls, dey say, Michael a damn fool. I get my work on, and get my flirt on. I say fuck em he a pussy put a skirt on em. I said fuck em he a pussy put a skirt on em.

[Chorus]

[Killer Mike - Verse 2:]
Im da prada, of da age of narcotta, da kings on dope like da pill you swallow. Down by law I lead dont follow. Grind time, grand hustilin for gualla. I remain in the game to break lames off, some of dem sensitive and some too soft. Da hood been forced to fuck wit yall by default. But now da truth here da bullshit cuts off. This is real homie, no fake, no filler, 100 percent grade A killer. Somethin like da bitch that I keep in Villa Rica, but Ima be quiet cause dey might Mike Vick ya, might catch Mike wit a light Mike Vicka. Some purple kush that'll get me high like a missle. Smokin one deep cause I dont fuck wit cha, sincerely from da hustle and grind time official.

[T.I.:]
Lets go lets go
grand hustle
Money on our mind and we aint goin down sucka.
And Grind time, Hut two and Grand Hustle, send em here got em here look at da king bankhead sucka.

[Chorus]

[T.I.:]
Zone 1 thru zone 4, nigga zone 6 as well homeboy you know whats happenin. Yeah, yeah da niggas who been 'posed to been runnin dis shit done started runnin da shit. Patna, ya understand? Muh fucka aint nothin you gone do about it homes. Ya betta muh fuckin keep ya lunch money in ya got damn wastebasket nigga.

 

[fox69]

"Remember Me"
(feat. Mary J. Blige)

"Remember Me"
(feat. Mary J. Blige)



Don't forget to remember me
Don't forget (get get) to remember me [x2]
Please keep me in your heart
If we ever have to part
Don't forget (get get) to remember me

[Verse 1 - T.I.:]
Ey the king modern day Martin Luther, Malcom X
I'm officially the freshest don't dare forget
I'm gone, momentarily don't bury me yet
Like Ali got I got title back prepare for that
When the world needed tip
Ask where he was it
But where he need something back
*** fade to black
Talking *** behind his back
You a hater for that
I'm don't expect nothing less
In the game with chess you think 5 moves ahead and not behind
Niggas jumped up cheered when I got my time
Like yeah, one whole year I got in the grind
But get me losing off your mind
Shorty may I remind you
That there ain't another *** who done been through what I been through
Time after time again you better get some ? in you
When you said it was over for him and you thought he couldn't continue to floss
Here's to your memory loss
Sucker

[Chorus - Mary J. Blige:]
Don't forget (get get) to remember me [x3]
Please keep me in your heart
If we ever have to part
Don't forget forget to remember me

[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
They say out of sight is out of mind
And 9 times out of 10 me and out of pocket out of line
You do it big everybody that you out shined
Then your old lady fate talk about how she got fine
She say she trying to get away
He say about time
Right now we all thinking damn hope it not mine
But when its lights out for you and you locked down
Ain't not telling whether or not your lady when and got down
With that nigga cross town? Town cause he hot now
Ripping up your love letters, lifting up her night gown
Right now somebody baby momma gettin piped down
Kids in the next room listening, I'm gonna pipe down
The thought hurt don't it
But maybe she strong enough for ain't get that lonely cause you wasn't gone long enough
True
Its just a temporarily setback
Its on when I get back
Please don't forget that

[Chorus - Mary J. Blige:]
Don't forget to remember me
Don't forget (please don't) to remember me
Please keep me in your heart
If we ever have to part
Don't forget (get get) to remember me

[Verse 3 - Mary J. Blige:]
I don't mean to feel like this
Don't mean to think like this
My heart just has to be shown
That the love that I give to you
That's the love that I get from you
I need to be safe and secure
Don't forget don't forget to remember me
Please remember me
Everything I bring to this love love
Please keep me in your heart
If we ever have to part
Don't forget (get) to remember me

Don't you... forget about me