DJ Don Cannon - Just Different lyrics

[Intro: B. $tacks {B$} & DJ Don Cannon {DC}] {B$:} Yea, uh yezzir {DC:} Is this thing on? {B$:} Uh, uh yezzir {DC:} Turn me up one time {B$:} Uh, f*ck it, we here now, n*gga {DC:} Damn right! {B$:} Uh, look, I tell ‘em… [Verse 1: B. $tacks] I'm just different, stack a millie, pimpin' Presidential swagger, b*tches blow me like I'm Clinton I get in the game and place you lames on the benches Give these n*ggas work, got a kilo in the trenches I do this, I'm so ruthless, I move with cameras and shooters And all my b*tches bougie like the actresses from Clueless The brick'll run you forty, get a couple, I'll reduce it I'm on my Young Scooter, I can make it out, produce it Don't mix me with all these music dudes No scripted character, not into making Looney Tunes And that's real While these rap n*ggas workin' on they next deal We dinin' at that fresco, plottin' on our next mill' That underworld money, livin' how connects live Nike contract, I know how them checks feel Don't bulletproof the ride, pay k**ers, tail behind Put the life all on the line, for the n*gga they behind Real boss, boy don't let the AIDS f*ck you up I'm twenty-two today, but all my clips thirty plus I hit the A and link with real n*ggas gettin' bucks Couple plugs, when it's rough, drought come, keep in touch! State to state with the traffickin' Global distribution is immaculate Getting money n*gga, uh And we do this on the regular Just a couple of reasons while I'm ahead of ya's $tacks! [DJ Cannon] I mean, what you thought? He wasn't gonna get a intro from the number one co-signer? I know you would love that We never worried about what y'all n*ggas was thinkin' While y'all lose sleep about this sh*t We do this in our sleep {Laughs} So don't think for one second That we ain't gonna feed these streets as usual We come from a different cloth I mean we just different [Verse 2: B. $tacks] Uh, I'm just different I don't need to gimmick ‘cause I live it And I don't have to do it, hell I did it Did what? Hit your strip with thirty in my clip Let them hollows rip and circle back to see who hit Paid dues, several shoo'ers that made news No musical chairs, I'm stickin' with the same crew See n*ggas divide, but that just how the game do What this fame bring when you ain't mainstream? Ride the same streets, car dirty, dick clean Hoes choose daily when your neck and wrist gleam It's like every chick a model, and every b*tch sing I f*ck ‘em to sleep, and let the b*tch dream Nighty-night for you rap n*ggas Ten bricks in the drought Stizzle back n*gga to lap n*ggas I Clap n*ggas, rap chickens, unwrap chickens Hustle all white, baby it's a black bi'ness Word play exclusive, Don Cannon produced it But little did he know he gave a track to a shooter (bah!) Well advised fit, just a samplin' kit Bars like a clip, it's homicide in the mix [Outro: DJ Don Cannon] Grand opening, grand never closing Get used to seeing us around these parts I mean you can get down with us If you need applications, holla at us If you need a loan, you can holla at us {Laughs} Just remember, if you need anything You can come holla at us The root of all evil, B. $tacks Welcome!