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I know you niggaz ain't 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 a little 'bout me
Pops tags, things to death like me
Who pulls more out the stash than me
bitches wanna ride, c'mon it's on me
I it's my time, all eyes is on me

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Man wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule
Talk some to get they name on the news
Papers, never pay they dues
Always got to be in somebdy
Walk with me, or ride this on
the rims you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them TV's hidden
I stay in with various women
Huh, I'm just that's not how I'm livin'
The realest, the nigga in the state
I got real in different states, go figure
Cause I ain't singing a +Gold Digger+
But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' with no niggaz+
why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS
We on the point your voice like sex, yes
There's no real way to me, that's why y'all copy
I know you ain't fuckin' with me

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Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you come on in
Relax a while, sip on and henn
I like style, you're so old school
In them Vidals, fiftyfour eleven
classics Remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was with blocks like little kids and
Even though we men we still big
Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, ceilings
All of the art of drug-dealin' cause mil
Is two for me, it's all tax-free
Pray for 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 on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints
Man, y'all motherfuckers can't stop me, that's why y'all
I know you niggaz ain't with me

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I know what niggaz to do right, do no wrong
And everything's alright, lyrically goes wrong
No part to piss in, no to cry on
You get to thinkin' why we let by-gones be by-gones
the icon, who killed the industry like iPods
Had niggaz runnin' like track stars
Except backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my trey-duece for them niggaz that act
my six-duece uptown, I'm so hood
Bitches love the coupes when them doors swing
Money long, I'm from the green like T-Woods
? is not to be with white good
gold should never be percieved as platinum
And cubic-zirconia never gon' shine like
Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they not me
Y'all bitch niggaz fuckin' with me