Styles P - Not Like Them lyrics

[Verse 1: Saigon] I could be parallel to bad as hell Equivalent to ignorant Depends on the matter, well, if it's that insignificant I'll just have to tell a n***a to kick rocks with flip flops Rapper rather tell than sit in a cell to snitch hop I ain't paying to disc jock, he ain't getting the wrist-watch I'm the realest to make it, he takin dick in the sh** box I kinda get why I'm legit, mostly to the folks who think dominant I see why dishonest sh** is so prominent See the kids that's rhymin' it, that ain't lived not a line of it You ain't hood money not good money ya counterfeit The kind of vagin I get on some Lola Falana sh** Interstate 95'ing it, with that coke and them llamas, b**h Hold up, what time is it? The clock strike ten I guarantee none of y'all be on the block like him co*k the fifth back you get baffled, click clack, you skedaddle Lot of n***as bust they guns, but not like them The record labels are scared of me, Internet gotta bag me First they said I was gangsta, then they said 'not exactly' I rap about politicians, I rap about Pataki The loser maneuvers of Edgar Hoover reenacted Being I'm on my black sh**, they be trying silence me But to do that sh**, they'll have to do it violently Clack clack that mack back Rat-at-at-at-at A lot of n***as bust they guns, but not like them [Verse 2: Styles P] A lot of n***as bust they guns, but not like them Y'all n***as is lukewarm, y'all ain't hot like them Them motherf**ers my brothers, they are not my friends We the band with the bond, from grams on the arm A lot of n***as bust they guns, but not like them Y'all n***as is lukewarm, y'all ain't hot like them Them motherf**ers my brothers, they are not my friends We the band with the bond, from grams on the arm The uncut dope, ya had to land on the farm Rapping on arenas, rubberbands to the mobs Getting high to Sinatra, in the sands of the palms Reminiscing on rapping with BIG, the man with a don n***as did it big, but not like them Drink champange in the ocean just to drown my sins sh** I pray when valet, pull around my Benz These n***as know my beginning, but not my end Yeah It's me and Saigon and the paesans Network behind us like we Verizon Go ahead and chill out, get your vibe on Cause this could be the day that you died on