Busta Rhymes - I Ain't One Of Them n***az lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] King Karnov The Conglomerate Murda Mook, they got a lot of talk about you going on around town, my n***a Yeah, a whole lot of talk A whole lot of gossip A whole lot of facts [Verse 1:Murda Mook] I'm one of them n***as that'll run down and finish you Then got to Vlad and promote my album on an interview See, this is different living, you just in the view I'm Louis 13, and y'all n***as pinnacle Taste different, ba** whipping, shoe b**hes, lace women And I ain't tripping, I got a grip My pockets swollen, I'm just walking in the club while it's closing I'm yelling bartender poor a couple up n***a And look around, and I see it's only us n***as f** n***as, that's just how I feel Riding round Harlem, looking like dollar bill Last week the club owner said “you gotta chill” This week the club owner say “we gotta chill” Fly shooter, I'm in designer still Funny how I'm pulling all these n***as cards without a deal [Hook] I ain't one of them n***as Disloyal motherf**ers, I ain't one of them n***as Get caught up motherf**ers, I ain't one of them n***as But them royal motherf**ers, yeah I'm one of them n***as Right, you's a b**h, I ain't one of them n***as You be diming on the strip, I ain't one of them n***as And then you die up on the strip, I ain't one of them n***as But supplying up the strip, yeah I'm one of them n***as [Verse 2: Murda Mook] Looking at my twitter feed like what the f** you talking bout See a n***a Loaded Lux called me out Man why he show his gun to a k**er And got mad, like he must think that I'm one of them n***as Different kind of guy, I spit crack, I spit cyanide Get one dose of this sh** and you'll probably die Tell bus bring the track round, all these dudes run laps round Y'all say pardon my back, I say pardon my backdown We them calm n***as, we let you act wild When we on it, this thing sing, my mac wowed Make it hot till it boil my n***a Cook coke like I cook arroz con pollo my n***a We deal with straight drop, you do the oil my n***a And we shared sweaters if I'm gon coil my n***a Ain't got time to be worrying bout who is you I ain't got peripheral vision, n***a my shooters do (easy!) [Hook] [Outro: Busta Rhymes] Let it be indoctrinated Those who are sk**ed in combat Do not become angered Those who are sk**ed at winning Do not become afraid Thus the wise win before the fight While the ignorant fight to win Appreciate the j**el, fool! We having fun with this sh**! We establishing the rules of this motherf**ing hip hop Stop looking for excuses n***as Punishment Murda Mook Yeah it's ok to calm down now Easy, n***a!