Ja Rule Me Lyrics

I know you n____z ain't f___in' with me

[Hook]
How dare these n____z try to f___in 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 b____es 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 s___ 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 n____ in the realest state
I got real estates in different states, go figure
Cause I ain't singing you'se a +Gold Digger+
But b____es, +you ain't f___in' with no broke n____z+
That's why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS
We on the point your voice sound like s__, yes
There's no real way to stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you n____z ain't f___in' with me

[Hook]

[Verse two]
Yea, I know, one more gin, b____ 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
n____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 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, n____z follow my footsteps
Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints
Man, y'all m_________ers can't stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you n____z ain't f___in' with me

[Hook]

[Verse three]
I know what n____z to do right, can't do no wrong
And everything's alright, then lyrically goes wrong
No part to p___ 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 n____z runnin' like track stars
Except runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my trey-duece for them n____z that act hood
Ridin' my six-duece uptown, I'm so hood
b____es 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 b____ n____z ain't f___in' with me

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