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I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' me

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

[Verse
Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like
Talk some shit to get they name on the
Papers, never pay they dues
got to be in somebdy shoes
Walk with me, or ride on Bentley
With the you can sit in
Or the Enzo with TV's that's hidden
I stay in with various women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' not how I'm livin'
The realest, the in the realest state
I got estates in different states, go figure
Cause I ain't singing you'se a +Gold
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 real way to stop me, 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 your style, you're so old school
In them Sasson Vidals, eleven
classics Remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was with blocks like little kids and
though we men we still big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, baths, high ceilings
All of the art of cause every mil
Is two for me, it's 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 fuckin' with me

[Verse
I know niggaz to do right, can't do no wrong
And everything's alright, then lyrically goes
No part to 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 like
Had these niggaz runnin' like stars
Except runnin' when I sit back rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my trey-duece for them niggaz that act
Ridin' my six-duece uptown, I'm so
love the coupes when them doors swing upwards
Money long, I'm putting the green like T-Woods
? is not to be confused with good
White gold never be percieved as platinum
And cubic-zirconia never gon' like diamonds
Cause, no how hard they copy, they still not me
Y'all bitch niggaz ain't with me