I know you niggaz fuckin' with me
How dare these niggaz try to hate on me? Come out and make records sound just me But nobody does this quite like me Now let me tell ya a little 'bout me
Pops tags, things fresh to death me Who pulls whips out the stash than me Y'all bitches wanna ride, on, it's on me I it's my time, all eyes is on me
Man everybody wanna like Rule, sing like Rule some shit to get they name in the newspapers Haters never pay they Always got they feet in somebody
with me or ride this old Bentley with the rims you can sit in Or the Enzo with them that's hidden I stay in menages with women Huh, I'm just kiddin', not how I'm livin'
The realest, the nigga in the realest I got estates in different states, go figure 'Cause I singin' "You'se a Gold Digger" But bitch, you ain't fuckin' no broke niggaz
why I ride, ain't you see I put you in the CLS We on the phone 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
How dare these niggaz try to hate on me? Come out and make records sound just me But nobody does this here like me Now let me tell ya a something 'bout me
Pops tags, things fresh to like me Who pulls whips out the stash than me Y'all bitches wanna ride, come on, on me I guess it's my time, all is on me
Yeah, I know, one more gain, bitch, you come on in a while, sip on Hypno and Henn I like your style, so old school In Sassoon Vidals, fifty four eleven
Reebok classics me of '87 when Niggaz was playing with like little kids and Even though we men we big wheelin' Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, ceilings
All of the art of 'cause every mil Is two for me, when all tax-free for God's children, all except for me I'ma in the path the Lord has paved for me
One at a time, niggaz follow my footsteps Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of Man, y'all motherfuckers can't stop me, that's why y'all I know ya'll niggaz ain't with me
How these niggaz try to fuckin' hate on me? Come out and make records sound like me But nobody does this here like me Now let me tell ya a something 'bout me
Pops tags, things fresh to like me Who pulls more out the stash than me Y'all bitches wanna ride, on, it's on me I guess my time, all eyes is on me
I know what niggaz to do right, can't do no And everything's alright everything goes wrong No pot to piss in, no to cry on You get to thinkin' why can't we let be bygones?
the icon, who killed the industry like I-pods Had niggaz runnin' like track stars Except runnin' backwards I sit back rollin' the backwoods my trey-deuce for them niggaz that act hood
Ridin' my six-deuce uptown, I'm so Bitches love the coupes when them doors swing Money long, I'm puttin' from the green like Hard is not to be confused with white good
White gold should be perceived as platinum And cubic-zirconium never gon' shine diamonds 'Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they not me bitch, niggaz ain't fuckin' with me
How dare these niggaz try to hate on me? Come out and make sound just like me But nobody does this here quite me Now let me tell ya a little 'bout me
Pops tags, things fresh to like me Who pulls whips out the stash than me Y'all wanna ride, come on, it's on me I it's my time, all eyes is on me, me, me