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I know you niggaz ain't with me

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

[Verse
Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, like Rule
Talk some shit to get they name on the
Papers, never pay they dues
Always got to be in shoes
with me, or ride this on Bentley
With the you can sit in
Or the Enzo with TV's that's hidden
I in menages with various women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' that's not how I'm
The realest, the nigga in the state
I got real estates in states, go figure
Cause I ain't singing a +Gold Digger+
But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' with no broke
That's why I ride, 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 niggaz ain't with me

[Verse
Yea, I know, one gin, bitch you better come on in
Relax a while, sip on hypno and
I like style, you're so old school
In them Vidals, fiftyfour eleven
Reebok classics me of '87 when
was playing with blocks like little kids and
Even we men we still big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, baths, high ceilings
All of the art of drug-dealin' cause mil
Is two for me, it's all tax-free
Pray for God's children, all for me
walk in the path 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 motherfuckers can't stop me, why y'all copy
I know you niggaz fuckin' with me

[Verse
I know what niggaz to do right, can't do no
And everything's alright, then lyrically wrong
No to piss in, no shoulder to cry on
You get to thinkin' why we let by-gones be by-gones
Rule the icon, who killed the industry iPods
Had these runnin' like track stars
runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my for them niggaz that act hood
Ridin' my six-duece uptown, I'm so
Bitches love the coupes them doors swing upwards
Money long, I'm putting from the green like
? is not to be confused with white
White gold should never be as platinum
And cubic-zirconia never gon' like diamonds
Cause, no matter how they copy, they still not me
Y'all bitch ain't fuckin' with me