I know you ain't fuckin' with me
How dare these niggaz try to hate on me? Come out and records sound just like me But nobody does this here like me Now let me tell ya a something 'bout me
Pops tags, fresh to death like me Who pulls more whips out the than me Y'all bitches ride, come on, it's on me I it's my time, all eyes is on me
Man everybody wanna like Rule, sing like Rule some shit to get they name in the newspapers Haters never pay dues Always got they feet in shoes
Walk with me or this old Bentley with the rims you can sit in Or the Enzo with TV's that's hidden I stay in menages with women Huh, I'm just kiddin', that's not how I'm
The realest, the nigga in the state I got real estates in different states, go 'Cause I ain't singin' "You'se a Digger" But bitch, you ain't fuckin' with no broke
why I ride, ain't you see I put you in the CLS We on the phone voice sound like sex, yes There's no real way to me, that's why y'all copy I you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me
How dare these niggaz try to hate on me? out and make records sound just like me But nobody does this here like me Now let me tell ya a little 'bout me
Pops tags, things fresh to like me Who pulls whips out the stash than me Y'all wanna ride, come on, it's on me I guess my time, all eyes is on me
Yeah, I know, one more gain, bitch, you better on in Relax a while, sip on Hypno and I like your style, you're so old In them Sassoon Vidals, fifty four
Reebok remind me of '87 when Niggaz was playing with blocks little kids and Even though we men we big wheelin' Still cop cribs, six beds, baths, high ceilings
All of the art of 'cause every mil Is two for me, when all tax-free for God's children, all except for me I'ma walk in the path the has paved for me
One foot at a time, follow my footsteps Put the world on my shoulders, one set of footprints Man, y'all motherfuckers can't stop me, why y'all copy I know ya'll ain't fuckin' with me
How dare niggaz try to fuckin' hate on me? Come out and make records sound just me But nobody does this here quite me Now let me ya a little something 'bout me
Pops tags, fresh to death like me Who pulls whips out the stash than me Y'all bitches wanna ride, on, it's on me I it's my time, all eyes is on me
I know what niggaz to do right, do no wrong And everything's alright till goes wrong No pot to piss in, no to cry on You get to thinkin' why we let bygones be bygones?
Rule the icon, who killed the industry like Had these niggaz runnin' like stars Except runnin' backwards when I sit back the backwoods Loadin' my for them niggaz that act hood
my six-deuce uptown, I'm so hood Bitches love the coupes when them doors upwards Money long, I'm puttin' from the like T-Woods Hard is not to be confused with white good
gold should never be perceived as platinum And cubic-zirconium gon' shine like diamonds 'Cause, no matter how hard copy, they still not me Y'all bitch, ain't fuckin' with me
How dare these try to fuckin' hate on me? Come out and make records just like me But nobody this here quite like me Now let me tell ya a little 'bout me
Pops tags, things fresh to death me Who pulls more whips out the stash me bitches wanna ride, come on, it's on me I guess my time, all eyes is on me, me, me