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I know you niggaz ain't with me

How dare niggaz try to fuckin hate on me
Come out and records sound just like me
But nobody does here quite like me
Now let me tell a little 'bout me
Pops tags, things fresh to death me
Who more whips out the stash than me
Y'all wanna ride, c'mon it's on me
I it's my time, all eyes is on me

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

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

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