Artist: Sheek Louch Album: Walk Witt Me Song: I Ain't Forget Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org [Intro (talking)] Whoo! Haha, yeah! Uh, this is how I put it down on the M-I Can I, talk to y'all niggaz for a second Feel me, ya know I mean? I want y'all niggaz to get y'all Coronas, yeah Get y'all muh'fuckin dutches, light y'all muh'fuckin haze up Grab y'all yak ya know I'm sayin Get some Courvoisier and all that, some cranberry Matter fact take that shit straight cause I need niggaz to feel me on this Ya know what I mean? Listen, listen [Verse One] Yo, I don't think you understand what I mean When I aks you to Walk Witt Me, I got the hawk wit me No talk wit me, in the yard wit my dickies (whoo!) Young but I remind you of somebody in the sixties I knew it was on when our God was shown But I was caught up in the mix of some glittery shit A.T. him and Mase makin' mils wit it (damn!), I ain't mad But that shit wasn't me (nah), had to get up off that Jewelry and Cristal, couldn't talk that They my niggaz though, I ain't mad, I ain't hatin' To this day him and Busta got the best show (word up) Ya know I'm sayin' yo fuck yo yo yo, yo feel me though Back wit my niggaz, Double R Before X blew it up, before Eve was a star We are the streets, they couldn't wait for it Interscope couldn't wait to get a plate for it Grammy night, couldn't wait to get a date for it Not, we sold over gold Finally reached platinum status and near that is Still in the hood, still tryin' to learn the biz Jadakiss dropped a solo they lovin' his voice I'm lovin' his shit but the hood thought it was moist Styles P dropped Gangsta and a Gentleman Hard, no need to speak but the promotion was weak Sheek never had solo plans Till I dropped a freestyle in the studio with some a my mans Lobson tweaked that, Mario leaked that Your shit hot you could bring the muhfuckin streets back Nah, I dunno I'm just tryin' get a label Sit behind the desk you know, watch a lil' cable Put my lil' man out, throw a few grand out Get into some pop music, put a rock band out Got wit my nigga K, Kool and Whop Green Lantern had my shit on the block (Hold me down) Killed it in Flex now these labels tryin' to jump on our cock If we could get Sheek album we'll sign D-Block P and Kiss was like fuck that we gettin' you off We up in there, the rest of these labels is soft Mario had a meetin' or two Brought us to the U-N-I-V-E-R-S-A-L, what up Sue? Y'all aks for it now I hit you in the head I will sleep in my bed you don't woke the dead Feel me you keep truttin' I'm a hit you wit the lead And leave your whole shit flatter than the first broke head Thanks to y'all niggaz it couldn't be Without Envy, Whoo Kid, Kool Kid and Ron G My nigga Enuff, S&S, Capone Chubby Chub, Sight for Sound and it's on [Outro (talking)] Wordup this street shit right here mayn Ya know I mean? I love y'all niggaz dawg Y'all made a lot of shit possible I gave y'all the heat, y'all distributed the shit Y'all bumped that shit, y'all had faith in this shit That's why I love y'all shit Whatever y'all need I got y'all niggaz dawg D-Block. That's street promotion right there man Na mean? Real respect real, hood respect hood Gangsta respect gangsta, gangsta got no love for pussy Yeah, Vinnie Idol, ha ha, Vinnie This shit is knockin daddy, yo da next one It's on. Yeah, D-Block! I love y'all niggaz. One Whoo!