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I know you niggaz fuckin' with me

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

[Verse
Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, like Rule
Talk some to get they name on the news
Papers, haters pay they dues
got to be in somebdy shoes
Walk with me, or ride this on
the rims you can sit in
Or the with them TV's that's hidden
I stay in menages with various
Huh, I'm just kiddin' not how I'm livin'
The realest, the in the realest state
I got real estates in states, go figure
Cause I ain't singing you'se a Digger+
But bitches, ain't fuckin' with no broke niggaz+
why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS
We on the point your sound like sex, yes
There's no way to stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you ain't fuckin' with me

[Verse
Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you come on in
Relax a while, sip on hypno and
I like style, you're so old school
In them Sasson Vidals, eleven
Reebok classics Remind me of '87
was playing with blocks like little kids and
Even though we men we big wheelin'
cop cribs, six beds, four 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 walk in the the Lord has paved for me
One foot at a time, niggaz follow my
Put the on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints
Man, y'all can't stop me, that's why y'all 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, lyrically goes wrong
No to piss in, no shoulder to cry on
You get to why can't we let by-gones be by-gones
Rule the icon, who killed the industry like
Had these runnin' like track stars
Except runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the
Loadin' my trey-duece for niggaz that act hood
my six-duece uptown, I'm so hood
Bitches love the coupes when them doors upwards
Money long, I'm from the green like T-Woods
? is not to be with white good
White gold 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 fuckin' with me