Mannie Fresh - Not Like Me lyrics

[Paparue] Original roughnecks, hear {laughing} Check! [Paparue(Hook 2x)] Nobody burn them blocks like-a we Nobody bust them heads like-a we Nobody could outshine we Tha whole CMR, CMR family [Lil' Wayne] Look, it's little rhymecholy Legendary like Bob Marley 17 ward superstar, feel me I tell ya shorty, million dollar n***a Don't test, cause lil' shorty is a rider, n***a Got my click behind me.. every step of tha way Hit your wards, with tha pump, with your chest and your face I'm a bloodhound... I ain't lyin', I'm thugged out! I'm from uptown... and that ain't no Beverly Hills You wan' know what that be like? Well, curiousity k**s Send chills up my trigga finger, blast tha dummy 'Specially if it's a drought, I got ta have tha money Take tha hit, even if it's below tha average money Got to make it through tha week, and feed my family uppy I'm just a lil' thug, what Belt-buckle fall down to my cuffs, what And police don't even matter, they can s** what Tha price right if I catch ya slippin', n***a, what what.. what (Hook) [Mannie Fresh] Eeh, what, what What, you think I'm scared?, cause of tha threats that you sendin' me? Lil' boy, I got so much money, I know who k**ed Kennedy I hear you tellin' people 'bout tha people you done But look, everytime I bump into to ya, you all about fun What made you bring a knife to a gun fight... now that's not right! Why your b**h-a** even showed up tonight? n***a, we use ta kick it like Tai Bo I don't know.. what made you go sideshow, turn jive who*e Kickin', trifling, dirty, and low We use ta split chicken.. ride ta Texas and back I drive tha rental car while you drive tha Cadillac Shakin' like a pair of hot dice Doin' 55, duckin' feds, law enforcements, and police n***as turn like fake gold.. sell they soul Treat'cha like Chicago in tha winter: ice cold! 9-karat 44's, and Calicos Keep a clean nose And tight Teflon bullet-proof clothes (Hook) [Baby] n***a outta line, get smoked I don't kidd, or joke f**in' with my B.G., off top I'm goin' broke I don't play with these n***as I get.. low down and dirty And have n***as' brains coverin' tha ground I'm tha number-one stunter, you don't want my trouble I'll have four n***as in your hood in my hummer I'm from back in tha game, but ain't a damn thing change [B.G.] Ya get a whole thing for ten, n***a, tha price tha same [Baby] My money long, within the runway at a airport I just bought a Hotel Cash Money Resort Hoes love my grill, hoes love my crib [B.G.] These hoes just love tha way that.. Baby live [Baby] But I'm a thug-a** n***a, arms full of some tats Got a Cash Money Millionaires 'cross my back You don't want funk with me.. I don't think you do, n***a [B.G.] We'll put ten-a-piece on your whole crew [Baby] What! b**h.... (Hook 4x) {fading out begins in 4th}