Red Spyda - U Not Like Me lyrics

[Produced by Red Spyda] [Intro] NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on that's who you get, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherf**ing clique, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherf**ing snitch, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD [Verse 1] n***as wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me) Then walk around with a 9 like me (me) They want to do it 3 to 9 like me And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me Ayo, you think about sh**ting on 50, save it My songs belong in the Bible with King David I teach n***as sign language, that ain't deaf, son *click* *click* you heard that? That mean run Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stunt on, pa Pull through, I'll throw a f**ing co*ktail at ya car From the last shootout I got a dimple on my face It's nothing, I can go after Mase's fan base Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out Hit my wisdom tooth *huck-too* spit it out I don't smile a lot cause ain't nothing pretty Got a purple heart for war and I ain't never left the city Hoes be like "Fiddy, you so witty" On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy You got fat while we starve, it's my turn I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn Won't learn [Hook] If you get shot and run to the cops you not like me You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me Like me dude, you not like me [Verse 2] Mama said everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan So at night when I talk to him I got my gun in my hand Don't think I'm crazy cause I don't fear man Cause I fear when I k** a man God won't understand I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan? I been could've k**ed these n***as, I'm still waitin' In the telly with two who*es, Benz with two doors 32 karats in the cross, no flaws You see me in the hood, I got at least two guns I carry the Glock, Tony carry my M-1 Hold me down, n***a, OGs tryin' to rock me D's waiting for my response to lock me This is my hustle, n***a, don't knock me You need some sh** with a banana clip to try and stop me I'm the one [Hook] [Verse 3] See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back The good die young, I ain't eligible for that I shot n***as, I been shot, sold crack in the street My attitude is gangsta so I stand some beef You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me From 3 point range with a Glock, I shoot better then Kobe See a n***a standing next to me, he probably my Co-D See a b**h getting in my whip, she probably gon' blow me See the flow is like a .38, it's special y'all Country boy tell ya, I'm finna blow I'm more like a pimp than a trick, you know See, I'm in this for the paper, but I don't love the hoes n***as broke in the hood worried about mines Grown a** men wearing starter piece shines You know them little pieces with the little stones Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones When the gossip starts I'm always the topic You too old for that sh**, dawg, won't you stop it? Shorty, I been watching you watching me Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me? [Hook]