I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me 



[Hook] 

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin hate on me 

Come out and make records sound just like me 

But nobody does this here quite like me 

Now let me tell a little something 'bout me 

Pops tags, things fresh to death like me 

Who pulls more whips out the stash than me 

Y'all bitches wanna ride, c'mon it's on me 

I guess it's my time, all eyes is on me 



[Verse one] 

Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule 

Talk some shit to get they name on the news 

Papers, haters never pay they dues 

Always got to be in somebdy shoes 

Walk with me, or ride this on Bentley 

With the rims you can sit in 

Or the Enzo with them TV's that's hidden 

I stay in menages with various women 

Huh, I'm just kiddin' that's not how I'm livin' 

The realest, the nigga in the realest state 

I got real estates in different states, go figure 

Cause I ain't singing you'se a +Gold Digger+ 

But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' with no broke niggaz+ 

That's why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS 

We on the point your voice sound like sex, yes 

There's no real way to stop me, that's why y'all copy 

I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me 



[Hook] 



[Verse two] 

Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you better come on in 

Relax a while, sip on hypno and henn 

I like your style, you're so old school 

In them Sasson Vidals, fiftyfour eleven 

Reebok classics Remind me of '87 when 

Niggaz was playing with blocks like little kids and 

Even though we men we still big wheelin' 

Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceilings 

All of the art of drug-dealin' cause every mil 

Is two for me, when it's all tax-free 

Pray for God's children, all except for me 

I'mma walk in the path the Lord has paved for me 

One foot at a time, niggaz follow my footsteps 

Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints 

Man, y'all motherfuckers can't stop me, that's why y'all copy 

I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me 



[Hook] 



[Verse three] 

I know what niggaz to do right, can't do no wrong 

And everything's alright, then lyrically goes wrong 

No part to piss in, no shoulder to cry on 

You get to thinkin' why can't we let by-gones be by-gones 

Rule the icon, who killed the industry like iPods 

Had these niggaz runnin' like track stars 

Except runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods 

Loadin' my trey-duece for them niggaz that act hood 

Ridin' my six-duece uptown, I'm so hood 

Bitches love the coupes when them doors swing upwards 

Money long, I'm putting from the green like T-Woods 

??? is not to be confused with white good 

White gold should never be percieved as platinum 

And cubic-zirconia never gon' shine like diamonds 

Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they still not me 

Y'all bitch niggaz ain't fuckin' with me 



[Hook]