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I know you niggaz fuckin' with me

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin on me
Come out and make records sound like me
But nobody this here quite like me
Now let me a little something 'bout me
Pops tags, things to death like me
Who pulls whips out the stash than me
bitches 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, sing Rule
Talk some to get they name on the news
Papers, haters never pay dues
Always got to be in somebdy
Walk me, or ride this on Bentley
With the you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them that's hidden
I in menages with various women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' not how I'm livin'
The realest, the nigga in the realest
I got real estates in different states, go
Cause I singing you'se a +Gold Digger+
But bitches, +you ain't with no broke niggaz+
That's why I ride, you see I put you on the CLS
We on the point your voice sound sex, yes
There's no real way to stop me, that's why y'all
I know you ain't fuckin' with me

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

[Verse
I know niggaz 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 by-gones be
Rule the icon, who the industry like iPods
Had these niggaz runnin' like track
runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my trey-duece for them that act hood
Ridin' my uptown, I'm so hood
Bitches love the coupes when them doors swing
Money long, I'm putting from the green like
? is not to be confused with good
White should never be percieved as platinum
And cubic-zirconia never shine like diamonds
Cause, no matter how hard copy, they still not me
Y'all bitch niggaz ain't fuckin' me