Twista - Nothing Like Me lyrics

(feat. Gritz) [Gritz:] He don't do the things like I, do he? He don't make you feel like I, do he? Do he? He don't drive the car I drive, do he? He ain't gettin money like I, do he? Do he? [Twista:] Every minute I be in it Every minute I be in it, I be k**in competition Watch I wreck 'em from the start to the finish I make 'em start to diminish Embody anybody makin a comment about me the way I don't like Disgruntled motherf**ers and s**ers, today we call 'em haters I'm so major hoes on me and they wanna fight They wanna bite cause I'm original like Bobby Digital My style is critical and yours intermediate I'm just a rappin legacy, I got the recipe for cookin up and servin and they likin the ingredients A mack and I'm a genius, a flow or horror I could peep your aura and see what your inner feelings might be n***az talkin sh** cause they ain't used to bein in the same room with a legendary n***a like me Some of 'em really wanna be me And they want my car, hoe And they flow like me n***az wanna take away my style, they can't get it how I get it But they money never grow like me though How I live it is exquisite and the picture is so vivid that the riches and I don't mean monetary but within the body and the mental Spectacular graphics in back of a plethora of energy Vocally vibratin rhythms through a instrumental Spit and tellin n***az you don't really want it b**hes you don't really want it Think I'm dissin even when it's hypothetical and I ain't really on it I'm known to body my opponents Should I say opposition, in my position I'm expected to be venomous I beat 'em down verbally the way I rap like it was multiples of me, I f** 'em up like it was ten of us And this ain't even strenuous Twista [Chorus - Gritz:] He don't do the things like I, do he? He don't make you feel like I, do he? Do he? He don't drive the car I drive, do he? He ain't gettin money like I, do he? (Ain't do it like me) Do he? He don't do the things like I, do he? He don't make you feel like I, do he? Do he? Give a f** 'bout how you feel n***a (feel n***a) She gon' pop the thang for real n***a, n***a [Twista:] Every second I be intimate Every second I be intimate with the music as I get into it and every ryhthm in the instrument Intelligently ignorant the way I spit it Admit it, I'd be admitted into the hospital if I didn't know how I spit'll be the conversation of lyricists Congregation'll fit with this, I'll leave you volatile If you got a style you probably got it from hearin Twist A certain section of my '97 patterns My 2004 lyrics hard to copy Cadences and mannerisms, I can tell it when I hear it I could tell it when I hear it And I'm never specific cause if I do a n***a gon' take it the wrong way I'll f** him up for whatever he gon' say Dependin on who he be I'm thuggin like I'm PeeWee Longway Blowin after a long day And I want my haze, kush And my diesel too How you ain't gon' have nothin to roll up with me if you gon' f** with me if I be blowin weed with you though? Old fake-a** n***az, they be the reason I don't f** with them All over the dick when they see the Gucci I just roll one up and say rest in piece to Doe B Blowin for when they free my lil' brother and free Lil Boosie Twista [Chorus]