Plies - Heard of Me lyrics

[Intro:] Not a typical n***a (have you heard of me) Boy I think I'm bout go n all the way on this one (have you heard of me) One thing about me home boy I don't play no muthaf**in games (have you heard of me) [Verse 1:] Kept it muthaf**in gutta from day one right now homie the streets I run how am this hot and a award I ain't won cause I ain't a industry n***a alright son but you will pay me for what I've done take tha industry relationship cause I don't want none don't want the fame of this sh** you can have it shoulda just took tha money and then run that ain't how a real n***a play it where I'm from stay and get the whole thing and then sum I dun sold gold what's next platinum dun sold ova a million records ain't that sumthin [Chorus:] May neva see me on tha cover of a magazine cause I ain't willin 2 kiss be seen copperate mad at me cause dey can't f** me I'm who these haterz hatin I'm 3rd degree say I'm to gutta homie 4 T.V. I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see but I'm the new owners of these f**in streets go by tha name of plies have you heard of me. [Verse 2:] Erre since me erre body claiming real most you n***as p**y that's how I feel can be the best rapper an gotta tell lies I couldn't be dat cause all I do is fantasize how you cookin dope you wearin suites n ties This industry a joke they publicize just don't go to yo parties if you don't f** with plies to all my fans I apologize Want me to cross ova f** dat side jus a real n***a out of Ft. Meyers I got principles n***a dats wat I live by I ain't got rap feature and I'm still alive not 1 my 3 album is you suprised worth my investment ask atlantic records do I let sh** slide ring tone numbas 1.5 [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Copperate scared of me cause I ain't safe dey don't know wat da f** dat I might say in da type of game dat they play I don't wear tight jeans or rock shades umma trendsetter I go my own way I make it hard on the radio dat the streets praise you can stop countin on questions dese days ever heard of a n***a dat say f** me n***a either a rapper or a wannabe jus want me to k** em on gp say I ain't lyrical well I'm sorry be dropped out of college ain't earned my degree but at my bank dey love me his favorite rapper ain't hot but he mad at me I can make me hot for a small fee da streets don't want em I'm sorry