Me

(album: Exodus - 2005)

I know you niggas ain't fucking with me

How dare these niggas 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

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 somebody shoes
Walk with me, or ride this on Bentley
With the rims you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them TVs that's hidden
I stay in menages with various women
Huh, I'm just kidding that's not how I'm living
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 fucking with no broke niggas
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 niggas ain't fucking with me

How dare these niggas 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

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, fifty-four eleven
Reebok classics remind me of '87 when
Niggas was playing with blocks like little kids and
Even though we men we still big wheeling
Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceilings
All of the art of drug-dealing 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, niggas 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 niggas ain't fucking with me

How dare these niggas 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

I know what niggas 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 thinking why can't we let bygones be bygones
Rule the icon, who killed the industry like iPods
Had these niggas running like track stars
Except running backwards when I sit back rolling the backwoods
Loading my trey-deuce for them niggas that act hood
Riding my six-deuce 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 perceived as platinum
And cubic-zirconia never gon' shine like diamonds
Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they still not me
Y'all bitch niggas ain't fucking with me

How dare these niggas 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