Z-ro - n***a Like Me lyrics

[Duke:] I heard it through the grapevine, you say f** Duke If you that strong about it, then come see Duke Find out what this glock, or left and right do We can take it there, if you wanna take it there We can do like middle school, step in my square I don't do fair, I'm a Clover Gee I thank you for your j**els, they look better on me You over there with a naked neck, I got three on me My baretta on me, so don't reach homie They call me Duke Ali, when I'm banging that pistol Cause my gun and my vest, is a military issue Brother wait till I see you, then do a song and diss ya Beat your a**, then rap bout how I did ya Caught you at the club, you was full of that liquor I told you not to f**, with them Screwed Up n***az And this is a stick up, give them damn j**els up [Hook:] It don't matter, where you go You can search high, you can search low But it's guaranteed, you'll never find another n***a like me n***az think they gangsta, cause they throw signs I bet they take the block off, when I throw mine It's guarunteed, there'll never be another n***a like me [Point Blank:] Listen n***a, I don't say sh** I can't repeat And I keep it real gangsta, from the booth to the streets The j**elry never made me, and never will Motherf**ers out here hating me, and hating me still I don't do stupid a** sh**, to get accepted Keep my named out your mouth, 'fore I check your dental records You not a gangsta to me lil' boy, you a b**h Only stripes I see, go up your motherf**ing back I'm certified in the streets, O.G. status Throw some'ing on the stage, let the whole front row have it Fully loaded semi-automatic, is the tool b**h, don't make me act a motherf**ing fool Point Blank the Bull, no doubt one of the hardest Extra clips, in the glove compartment Soon I'ma be, considered one of the largest Also known, as the knock off artist [Hook] [Z-Ro:] To some of y'all I'm a new n***a, but I been rapping And whooping n***az ain't new either, cause I been scrapping Let me describe myself, I'm about six feet even 228 pounds When I get pissed off, I shoot sh** up and shut sh** down My attitude is rude, enough to be a stepmother Still in the public eye on Murda Dog, I'm on the next cover I been dealing with paper, lately It's a lot of n***az hate me, but the 3-57 ain't got a safety So it's bl-uck bl-uck, when my enemies are spotted So accurate with me aim, y'all chill mayn I got it Pull up in they front yard, and bust until every window break (Point Blank), B.G. Duke and Z-Ro the Crooked hoe we holding weight f** the rap game, n***a this A.B.N. a**holes By Nature, we could give a f** about a friend We smoke so much, we always got five on it I'll be grooving until the world stop moving, I put my nine on it [Hook x2]