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I know you niggaz fuckin' with me

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin on me
Come out and make records just like me
But does this here quite like me
Now let me a little something 'bout me
Pops tags, things fresh to like me
Who pulls whips out the stash than me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, it's on me
I guess my time, all eyes is on me

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

[Verse
Yea, I know, one more gin, you better come on in
Relax a while, sip on and henn
I like your style, so old school
In them Sasson Vidals, fiftyfour
Reebok classics Remind me of '87
Niggaz was with blocks like little kids and
Even though we men we big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high
All of the art of drug-dealin' every mil
Is two for me, it's all tax-free
Pray for 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 world on my shoulders, leave one set of
Man, y'all can't stop me, that's why y'all copy
I you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

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