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I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' me

How dare these niggaz try to hate on me
out and make records sound just like me
But nobody does here quite like me
Now let me a little something 'bout me
Pops tags, things fresh to death me
Who pulls more whips out the stash me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, it's on me
I guess my time, all eyes is on me

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Man everybody wanna rhyme Rule, sing like Rule
some shit to get they name on the news
Papers, haters pay they dues
Always got to be in somebdy
Walk with me, or ride 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' that's not how I'm
The realest, the in the realest state
I got real estates in states, go figure
Cause I ain't singing you'se a +Gold
But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' with no niggaz+
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 stop me, that's why y'all
I know you niggaz fuckin' with me

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Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you come on in
a while, sip on hypno and henn
I your style, you're so old school
In them Sasson Vidals, fiftyfour
Reebok Remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing blocks like little kids and
though we men we still big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high
All of the art of drug-dealin' every mil
Is two for me, when it's all
Pray for children, all except for me
I'mma walk in the path the Lord has 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 you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

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I know what niggaz to do right, can't do no
And alright, then lyrically goes wrong
No part to piss in, no to cry on
You get to thinkin' why we let by-gones be by-gones
Rule the icon, who killed the industry iPods
Had niggaz runnin' like track stars
Except backwards 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 when them doors swing upwards
Money long, I'm from the green like T-Woods
? is not to be confused with good
White gold never be percieved as platinum
And cubic-zirconia never shine like diamonds
Cause, no matter how hard they copy, still not me
Y'all bitch ain't fuckin' with me