I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me      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 ya 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, come on, 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 in the newspapers   Haters never pay they dues   Always got they feet in somebody shoes      Walk with me or ride this old 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 singin' "You'se a Gold Digger"   But bitch, you ain't fuckin' with no broke niggaz      That's why I ride, ain't you see I put you in the CLS   We on the phone 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      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 ya 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, come on, it's on me   I guess it's my time, all eyes is on me      Yeah, I know, one more gain, 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 Sassoon Vidals, fifty four 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'ma 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 ya'll niggaz ain't fuckin' with me      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 ya 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, come on, it's on me   I guess it's my time, all eyes is on me      I know what niggaz to do right, can't do no wrong   And everything's alright till everything goes wrong   No pot to piss in, no shoulder to cry on   You get to thinkin' why can't we let bygones be bygones?      Rule the icon, who killed the industry like I-pods   Had these niggaz runnin' like track stars   Except runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods   Loadin' my trey-deuce for them niggaz that act hood      Ridin' my six-deuce uptown, I'm so hood   Bitches love the coupes when them doors swing upwards   Money long, I'm puttin' from the green like T-Woods   Hard white is not to be confused with white good      White gold should never be perceived as platinum   And cubic-zirconium 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      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 ya 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, come on, it's on me   I guess it's my time, all eyes is on me, me, me