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I know you ain't fuckin' with me

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin on me
Come out and make sound just like me
But nobody this here quite like me
Now let me tell a little something me
Pops tags, things to death like me
Who pulls whips out the stash than me
Y'all bitches ride, c'mon it's 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 name on the
Papers, never pay they dues
Always got to be in shoes
Walk with me, or ride on Bentley
With the you can sit in
Or the Enzo with TV's that's hidden
I in menages with various women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' not how I'm livin'
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
why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS
We on the your voice sound like sex, yes
There's no real way to stop me, that's why 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 hypno and
I like your style, you're so old
In them Vidals, fiftyfour eleven
Reebok classics me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing with blocks like kids and
though we men we still big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, baths, high ceilings
All of the art of cause 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 foot at a time, niggaz my footsteps
Put the world on my shoulders, one set of footprints
Man, y'all motherfuckers stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' me

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