Ja Rule - Me lyrics

I know you n***as ain't f**in' with me [Chorus] How dare these n***as try to f**in' hate on me Come out and make records sound just like me But nobody does this here quite like me Now let me tell a little something 'bout me Pops tags, things fresh to d**h like me Who pulls more whips out the stash than me Y'all b**hes wanna ride, c'mon it's on me I guess it's my time, all eyes is on me Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule Talk some sh** to get they name on the news Papers, haters never pay they dues Always got their feet in somebody shoes Walk with me, or ride this old Bentley With the rims you can sit in Or the Enso with them TV's that's hidden I stay in menages with various women Huh, I'm just kiddin' that's not how I'm livin' The realest, the n***a in the realest state I got real estates in different states, go figure Cause I ain't singing you'se a "Gold Digger" But b**hes, "you ain't f**in' with no broke n***as" That's why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS We on the point your voice sound like s**, yes There's no real way to stop me, that's why y'all copy I know you n***as ain't f**in' with me [Chorus] Yea, I know, one more gin, b**h you better come on in Relax a while, sip on hypno and henn I like your style, you're so old school In them Sa**on Vidals, fifty four eleven Reebok cla**ics Remind me of '87 when n***as was playing with blocks like little kids and Even though we men we still big wheelin' Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceilings All of the art of drug-dealin' cause every mil Is two for me, when it's all tax-free Pray for God's children, all except for me I'mma walk in the path the Lord has paved for me One foot at a time, n***as follow my footsteps Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints Man, y'all motherf**ers can't stop me, that's why y'all copy I know you n***as ain't f**in' with me [Chorus] I know what a n***a that do right, can't do no wrong And everything's alright, till everythin' goes wrong No part to piss in, no shoulder to cry on You get to thinkin' why can't we let by-gones be by-gones Rule the icon, who k**ed the industry like iPods Had these n***as runnin' like track stars Except runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods Loadin' my trey-deuce for them n***as that act hood Ridin' my six-deuce uptown, I'm so hood b**hes love the coupes when them doors swing upwards Money long, I'm putting from the green like T-Woods Hard white is not to be confused with white good White gold should never be perceived as platinum And cubic-zirconium never gon' shine like diamonds Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they still not me Y'all b**h n***as ain't f**in' with me [Chorus]