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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 just like me
But nobody this here quite like me
Now let me tell a little something me
Pops tags, things to death like me
Who pulls more out the stash than me
Y'all wanna ride, c'mon it's on me
I guess my time, all eyes is on me

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Man wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule
Talk some shit to get they name on the
Papers, haters never pay they
Always got to be in shoes
Walk with me, or ride this on
With the you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them TV's hidden
I stay in menages various women
Huh, I'm just that's not how I'm livin'
The realest, the in the realest state
I got real in different states, go figure
Cause I singing you'se a +Gold 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 voice sound sex, yes
There's no real way to stop me, that's why copy
I know you ain't fuckin' with me

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Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you come on in
Relax a while, sip on and henn
I like your style, you're so old
In them Sasson Vidals, fiftyfour
classics Remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing with like little kids and
Even though we men we big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, baths, high ceilings
All of the art of drug-dealin' every mil
Is two for me, it's all tax-free
for God's children, all except for me
I'mma walk in the path the Lord has for me
One foot at a time, follow my footsteps
Put the on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints
Man, y'all motherfuckers stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggaz ain't with me

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I know what niggaz to do right, do no wrong
And everything's alright, then lyrically wrong
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 these niggaz runnin' track stars
runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my trey-duece for them that act hood
Ridin' my uptown, I'm so hood
Bitches love the when them doors swing upwards
Money long, I'm putting from the green like
? is not to be confused with good
White gold should be percieved as platinum
And cubic-zirconia never gon' shine like
Cause, no how hard they copy, they still not me
Y'all niggaz ain't fuckin' with me