Me

Artist：ja rule

Songs Title：me

I know you *************z ain't ******' 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

Y'all ******* 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 *************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 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 ************* in the realest state

I got real estates in different states, go figure

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

But no *******, broke *************z++you ******' ain't with

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

We on the point your voice sound like ***, yes

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

I know you *************z ain't ******' 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, you're 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 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, *************z follow my footsteps

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

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

I know you *************z ain't ******' with me

I know what *************z 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 *************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, I'm so hood

******* 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' *************ne like diamonds

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

Y'all ************* *************z ain't ******' with me