I know you niggaz ain`t fuckin` with meHow dare these niggaz try to fuckin` hate on me?Come out and make records sound just like meBut nobody does this here quite like meNow let me tell ya a little something `bout mePops tags, things fresh to death like meWho pulls more whips out the stash than meY`all bitches wanna ride, come on, it`s on meI guess it`s my time, all eyes is on meMan everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like RuleTalk some shit to get they name in the newspapersHaters never pay they duesAlways got they feet in somebody shoesWalk with me or ride this old Bentley with the rims you can sit inOr the Enzo with them TV`s that`s hiddenI stay in menages with various womenHuh, I`m just kiddin`, that`s not how I`m livin`The realest, the nigga in the realest stateI 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 niggazThat`s why I ride, ain`t you see I put you in the CLSWe on the phone your voice sound like sex, yesThere`s no real way to stop me, that`s why y`all copyI know you niggaz ain`t fuckin` with meHow dare these niggaz try to fuckin` hate on me?Come out and make records sound just like meBut nobody does this here quite like meNow let me tell ya a little something `bout mePops tags, things fresh to death like meWho pulls more whips out the stash than meY`all bitches wanna ride, come on, it`s on meI guess it`s my time, all eyes is on meYeah, I know, one more gain, bitch, you better come on inRelax a while, sip on Hypno and HennI like your style, you`re so old schoolIn them Sassoon Vidals, fifty four elevenReebok classics remind me of `87 whenNiggaz was playing with blocks like little kids andEven though we men we still big wheelin`Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceilingsAll of the art of drug-dealin` `cause every milIs two for me, when it`s all tax-freePray for God`s children, all except for meI`ma walk in the path the Lord has paved for meOne foot at a time, niggaz follow my footstepsPut the world on my shoulders, leave one set of footprintsMan, y`all motherfuckers can`t stop me, that`s why y`all copyI know ya`ll niggaz ain`t fuckin` with meHow dare these niggaz try to fuckin` hate on me?Come out and make records sound just like meBut nobody does this here quite like meNow let me tell ya a little something `bout mePops tags, things fresh to death like meWho pulls more whips out the stash than meY`all bitches wanna ride, come on, it`s on meI guess it`s my time, all eyes is on meI know what niggaz to do right, can`t do no wrongAnd everything`s alright till everything goes wrongNo pot to piss in, no shoulder to cry onYou get to thinkin` why can`t we let bygones be bygones?Rule the icon, who killed the industry like I-podsHad these niggaz runnin` like track starsExcept runnin` backwards when I sit back rollin` the backwoodsLoadin` my trey-deuce for them niggaz that act hoodRidin` my six-deuce uptown, I`m so hoodBitches love the coupes when them doors swing upwardsMoney long, I`m puttin` from the green like T-WoodsHard white is not to be confused with white goodWhite gold should never be perceived as platinumAnd cubic-zirconium never gon` shine like diamonds`Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they still not meY`all bitch, niggaz ain`t fuckin` with meHow dare these niggaz try to fuckin` hate on me?Come out and make records sound just like meBut nobody does this here quite like meNow let me tell ya a little something `bout mePops tags, things fresh to death like meWho pulls more whips out the stash than meY`all bitches wanna ride, come on, it`s on meI guess it`s my time, all eyes is on me, me, me