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I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me[Hook] |
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How dare these niggaz try to fuckin hate on me |
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Come out and make records sound just like me |
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But nobody does this here quite like me |
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Now let me tell a little something 'bout me |
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Pops tags, things fresh to death like me |
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Who pulls more whips out the stash than me |
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Y'all bitches wanna ride, c'mon it's on me |
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I guess it's my time, all eyes is on me[Verse one] |
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Man everybody wanna rhyme like |
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Rule, sing like |
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RuleTalk some shit to get they name on the news |
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Papers, haters never pay they dues |
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Always got to be in somebdy shoes |
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Walk with me, or ride this on |
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BentleyWith the rims you can sit in |
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Or the Enzo with them |
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TV's that's hidden |
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I stay in menages with various women |
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Huh, I'm just kiddin' that's not how |
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I'm livin' |
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The realest, the nigga in the realest state |
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I got real estates in different states, go figure |
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Cause I ain't singing you'se a + |
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Gold Digger+ |
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But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' with no broke niggaz+ |
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That's why |
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I ride, ain't you see |
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I put you on the |
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CLSWe on the point your voice sound like sex, yes |
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There's no real way to stop me, that's why y'all copy |
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I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me[Hook][Verse two] |
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Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you better come on in |
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Relax a while, sip on hypno and henn |
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I like your style, you're so old school |
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In them Sasson |
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Vidals, fiftyfour eleven |
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Reebok classics |
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Remind me of '87 when |
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Niggaz was playing with blocks like little kids and |
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Even though we men we still big wheelin' |
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Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceilings |
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All of the art of drug-dealin' cause every mil |
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Is two for me, when it's all tax-free |
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Pray for God's children, all except for me |
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I'mma walk in the path the |
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Lord has paved for me |
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One foot at a time, niggaz follow my footsteps |
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Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints |
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Man, y'all motherfuckers can't stop me, that's why y'all copy |
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I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me[Hook][Verse three] |
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I know what niggaz to do right, can't do no wrong |
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And everything's alright, then lyrically goes wrong |
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No part to piss in, no shoulder to cry on |
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You get to thinkin' why can't we let by-gones be by-gones |
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Rule the icon, who killed the industry like i |
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PodsHad these niggaz runnin' like track stars |
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Except runnin' backwards when |
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I sit back rollin' the backwoods |
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Loadin' my trey-duece for them niggaz that act hood |
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Ridin' my six-duece uptown, |
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I'm so hood |
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Bitches love the coupes when them doors swing upwards |
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Money long, |
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I'm putting from the green like |
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T-Woods? is not to be confused with white good |
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White gold should never be percieved as platinum |
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And cubic-zirconia never gon' shine like diamonds |
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Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they still not me |
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Y'all bitch niggaz ain't fuckin' with me[Hook] |
