I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me
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[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
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[Verse one]
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Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule
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Talk 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 their feet in somebody shoes
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Walk with me, or ride this old Bentley
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With the rims you can sit in
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Or the Enzo with them 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 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 +Gold Digger+
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But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' with no broke niggaz+
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That's why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS
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We 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
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[Hook]
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[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 Vidals, fiftyfour eleven
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Reebok classics 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 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
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[Hook]
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[Verse three]
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I know what a nigga that do right, can't do no wrong
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And everything's alright, till everythin' 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 iPods
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Had these niggaz runnin' like track stars
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Except runnin' backwards when 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, I'm so hood
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Bitches love the coupes when them doors swing upwards
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Money long, I'm putting from the green like T-Woods
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Hard white 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
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[Hook]
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Me
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