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I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' me

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin on me
Come out and make records sound just me
But does this here quite like me
Now let me a little something 'bout me
Pops tags, things to death like me
Who more whips out the stash than me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, c'mon on me
I guess it's my time, all is on me

[Verse
Man wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule
Talk some shit to get they on the news
Papers, never pay they dues
Always got to be in shoes
with me, or ride this on Bentley
With the you can sit in
Or the Enzo them TV's that's hidden
I stay in menages with women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' not how I'm livin'
The realest, the nigga in the realest
I got estates in different states, go figure
I ain't singing you'se a +Gold Digger+
But bitches, ain't fuckin' with no broke niggaz+
why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS
We on the point your sound like sex, yes
no real way to stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggaz fuckin' with me

[Verse
Yea, I know, one gin, bitch you better come on in
Relax a while, sip on and henn
I like style, you're so old school
In them Sasson Vidals, fiftyfour
classics Remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing with blocks little kids and
Even though we men we still big
cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceilings
All of the art of drug-dealin' every mil
Is two for me, when it's all
for God's children, all except for me
I'mma walk in the path the Lord has for me
One at a time, niggaz follow my footsteps
Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of
Man, y'all can't stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggaz ain't with me

[Verse
I know what niggaz to do right, do no wrong
And everything's alright, then lyrically goes
No to piss in, no shoulder to cry on
You get to why can't we let by-gones be by-gones
Rule the icon, who killed the industry iPods
Had niggaz runnin' like track stars
Except runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the
Loadin' my trey-duece for them niggaz act hood
Ridin' my uptown, I'm so hood
Bitches love the coupes when doors swing upwards
long, I'm putting from the green like T-Woods
? is not to be confused with good
White gold should never be as platinum
And cubic-zirconia gon' shine like diamonds
Cause, no matter how hard they copy, still not me
bitch niggaz ain't fuckin' with me