Jim Jones - Don't Forget About Me lyrics

Byrd gang we get money
We won't stop, we destined to blow
I'mma TAKE MY NIGGAZ AND
Bitches wherever i goooo
So don't forget about me
Don't forget about meeee i know i knoooooow

Now due to me (JONES)
Me and my truancy (NINE TREY)
Running through the streets
Since early puberty! (YOUNG NIGGAZ)
What influenced me
(let em know) it was the jewelry
Tryna get cash so I can do
It like the older G's (balli i i i ng)
The 80'sbig thick rope chains
Life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine
(true story nigga)
So I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher
(no) more like a hustler (yep)
All night with customers


Tryna get my paper up (right)
Jealousy, envygotta watch
They'll spray you up
But it was something bout the gun play
Rolling dice on blocks
Double parked on a one way (TRIPS NIGGA)
And breaking law was the norm'
(yep) , the club break about 4 in the morn'd
So we parking lot pimp
Hit the diner for some grub
The squad type thick you know
I'm rolling with the thugs

Now as I roll up my window
(R-Class) , blaze up the indo (that purple)
Get tore down for my homies in the pen
(miss you Zeke)
I'm ma take you the Cali with me (WESTSIDE)
Know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies
(B'S & C'S) if we out in Houston
The music-we can slow it up (slow motiooon)
And get screwed
Get a deuce and we can pour it up!
ATL sure!
If you balling and you make it rain
(balli i i i ng)
"I'm in love with a stripper"
Alcohol on ya brain
Fast track life, the shit is uncanny
(I LOVE IT)
When it come to birds fly south to Miami
(OPIUM) weather like 80
(sunny) , drop-top Mercedes (BALLIN)
"Sai Pa Say", on the block in Little Haiti
Chicago is the Bulls, the Bears
And the gangsters (you hear that?)
2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers
And all these O t trips got me tired
Drive the wheels til they fall off
And I just bought some new tires