Artist: Troy Ave Album: New York City Song: Regretful Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com, kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro] Powder! Let's go! [Chorus] I know you wanna be with your boy, but you can't, and it's stressful I ain't mean to break your heart, but I did, I'm regretful And it would be a lie if I said, what we had, wasn't special Although I had to let you go, you should know, I'll never forget you (I'll never forget you) I'll never forget you (I'll never forget you) I'll never forget you (I'll never forget you baby) I'll never forget you, you should know, I'll never forget you [Verse One] Now how the fuck could I forget Destiny? Shorty bought out the best and the fresh in me She was just a little older with a baby girl But I'm a young nigga still tryin to see the world I knew it wouldn't work but I dragged along Reminisce about her while I take drag of the strong God damn that bitch was fine! Good food good moves with the bump and grind But the fights was bad, my other hoes was mad Took the numbers out my phone and she called they ass Makin threats with a follow through, bitch I'm a follow you She always want me stay up in the house but I gotta do Things in the street like get this money When you be's in the streets you'll get them honeys Hid away get in a comb short stay get 'em gone I was gettin back to her couldn't wait now she gone Word! [Chorus] I know you wanna be with your boy, but you can't, and it's stressful I ain't mean to break your heart, but I did, I'm regretful And it would be a lie if I said, what we had, wasn't special Although I had to let you go, you should know, I'll never forget you (Oooh!) I'll never forget you (Oooh!) I'll never forget you (Oooh!) I'll never forget you, you should know, I'll never forget you [Verse Two] Chesapeake, you triflin bitch! I'll never forget the day you sucked another nigga dick Back in high school, 2003 You the main reason these hoes gotta deal with me Present day May bae, you was 'posed to be my wife You 'posed to have my baby, we 'posed to have a life Things don't always go how they supposed We 'posed to be in jail for all them trips on the road Reminiscin 'bout my silver Benz You and Xanthe in the back breakin forty thousand into stacks of tens I ain't gon' front, it's plenty times I miss you I won't put you on front, but you had your issues Some due to me, shit I was doin me I do the same to Nae, I did the same to Ri I'm a work in progress, I'm improvin me But when a woman's fed up, get the eulogy [Chorus] I know you wanna be with your boy, but you can't, and it's stressful I ain't mean to break your heart, but I did, I'm regretful And it would be a lie if I said, what we had, wasn't special Although I had to let you go, you should know, I'll never forget you (Oooh!) I'll never forget you (Oooh!) I'll never forget you (Oooh!) I'll never forget you, you should know, I'll never forget you [Verse Three] R.I.P. to Pop Pop I miss my nigga I get the chills when I spit there's no tissue nigga I ain't cry since your funeral no tears left And it's been over twelve years ago since you left You had the gold Rolex I got on mine today I remember you use to play Billie Holiday And like her, "I'll Be Seeing You" Oh! Later on some day Playin pool you once cracked a fool head with the 8 ball I'm just like you hit crackheads with the eight ball New cars yeah I'm into that Remember how you would do broads, yeah I'm livin that Say your quote everyday, no man is smarter than the next It's the one who works hardest that achieve success Carry myself with respect put mu'fuckers in check You live through me get your rest my grandfather God bless Word! [Chorus] I know you wanna be with your boy, but you can't, and it's stressful I ain't mean to break your heart, but I did, I'm regretful And it would be a lie if I said, what we had, wasn't special Although I had to let you go, you should know, I'll never forget you (Oooh!) I'll never forget you (Oooh!) I'll never forget you (Oooh!) I'll never forget you, you should know, I'll never forget you [Outro] I'll never forget you If I got it, then you got it, it's no issue It was a lotta bullshit I put them through But every girl that I named is official In the words of the Reverend P. Diddy while I sip this liquor, (take dat, take dat) liquor Some of these bitches, they roll harder than your niggaz, heh And everybody know it's a fact, Troy Ave beatin up this track Yea nigga, yea you know how I'm strapped Everyday I'm down for that clack - Powder! I'm a lesson teacher, I don't learn shit I'm hardheaded, doin the same to my bitch right now But if you hold a nigga down then I promise you'll go to the top with me Stay at the top with me,where you supposed to be Just be patient B, kno'mean? Don't beef with me, then leave me for the next man He gon' do the same damn thing, and not be as dope as I am How do that make sense? I been fuckin mad bitches and they leave they man And I'm like "Damn!", you was beefin with that nigga for cheatin But you fuckin with me, I'm just a slam -- dunk Lay up, hit 'em in the back of the trunk, in the parking lot Yea, I did that, that's a fact tho, Troy Ave oh I get stacks to blow, but I don't spend 'em on no bitches Trickin ain't shit, I don't care how much riches you got BSB niggaz straight to the top, I even smoke a lil' bit of pot But I specialize in havin drug spots... allegedly Enjoy the album!