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I know you ain't fuckin' with me

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin on me
Come out and make records sound like me
But nobody does this quite like me
Now let me tell a little something me
Pops tags, things fresh to death me
Who pulls whips 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 wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule
Talk some shit to get they on the news
Papers, haters never pay they
got to be in somebdy shoes
Walk with me, or ride this on
the rims you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them TV's hidden
I stay in menages various women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' not how I'm livin'
The realest, the nigga in the state
I got real estates in states, go figure
Cause I ain't singing you'se a 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 sound like sex, yes
There's no real way to stop me, that's why y'all
I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' me

[Verse
Yea, I know, one gin, bitch you better come on in
Relax a while, sip on and henn
I your 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 we men we still big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high
All of the art of drug-dealin' cause mil
Is two for me, when all tax-free
Pray for God's children, all for me
I'mma walk in the path the Lord has for me
One foot at a time, niggaz follow my
Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of
Man, y'all motherfuckers 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, then lyrically goes
No to piss in, no shoulder to cry on
You get to thinkin' why can't we let by-gones be
Rule the icon, who killed the industry iPods
Had niggaz runnin' like track stars
runnin' 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 coupes when them swing upwards
long, I'm putting from the green like T-Woods
? is not to be confused with good
White should never be percieved as platinum
And cubic-zirconia never gon' shine like
Cause, no matter how they copy, they still not me
Y'all bitch niggaz ain't with me