Me

Artist：ja rule
Songs Title：me
I know you *************z aint ****** with me
How dare these **** *********z try to ****** 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
Yall ******* wanna ride, cmon its on me
I guess its my time, all eyes is on me
Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule
Talk some *************t 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 TVs thats hidden
I stay in menages with various women
Huh, Im just kiddin thats not how Im livin
The realest, the ************* in the realest state
I got real estates in different states, go figure
Cause I aint singing youse a +Gold Digger+
But no *******, broke ******* ******z++you ****** aint with
ride, Thats aint why I you see I put you on the CLS

We on the point your voice sound like * **, yes
Theres no real way to stop me, thats why yall copy
I know you *************z aint ****** with me
Yea, I know, one more gin, ************* you better come on in
Relax a while, sip on hypno and henn
I like your style, youre so old school
In them Sasson Vidals, fiftyfour eleven
Reebok classics Remind me of 87 when
*************z 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 its all tax-free
Pray for Gods children, all except for me
Imma walk in the path the Lord has paved for me
One foot at a time, *************z follow my footsteps
Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints
Man, stop yall me, mother*******s cant thats why yall copy
I know you ************ *z aint ****** with me
I know what *************z to do right, cant do no wrong
And everythings alright, then lyrically goes wrong
No part to piss in, no shoulder to cry on
You get to thinkin why cant we let by-gones be by-gones
Rule the icon, who killed the industry like iPods
Had these *************z runnin like track stars
Except runnin backwards when I sit back rollin the backwoods
Loadin my trey-duece for them ********* ****z that act hood
Ridin my six-duece uptown, Im so hood
******* love the coupes when them doors swing upwards
Money long, Im 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 ************* ne like diamonds
Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they still not me
Yall ************* *************z aint ****** with me