Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not Like Me, artist - Lil Wayne.
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Not Like Me |
Original roughnecks, hear |
Check! |
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we |
Nobody bust them heads like-a we |
Nobody could outshine we |
Tha whole CMR, CMR family |
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we |
Nobody bust them heads like-a we |
Nobody could outshine we |
Tha whole CMR, CMR family |
Look, it’s little rhymecholy |
Legendary like Bob Marley |
17 ward superstar, feel me |
I tell ya shorty, million dollar nigga |
Don’t test, cause lil' shorty is a rider, nigga |
Got my click behind me. |
every step of tha way |
Hit your wards, with tha pump, with your chest and your face |
I’m a bloodhound… I ain’t lyin', I’m thugged out! |
I’m from uptown… and that ain’t no Beverly Hills |
You wan' know what that be like? |
Well, curiousity kills |
Send chills up my trigga finger, blast tha dummy |
'Specially if it’s a drought, I got ta have tha money |
Take tha hit, even if it’s below tha average money |
Got to make it through tha week, and feed my family uppy |
I’m just a lil' thug, what |
Belt-buckle fall down to my cuffs, what |
And police don’t even matter, they can suck what |
Tha price right if I catch ya slippin', nigga, what what. |
what |
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we |
Nobody bust them heads like-a we |
Nobody could outshine we |
Tha whole CMR, CMR family |
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we |
Nobody bust them heads like-a we |
Nobody could outshine we |
Tha whole CMR, CMR family |
Eeh, what, what |
What, you think I’m scared?, cause of tha threats that you sendin' me? |
Lil' boy, I got so much money, I know who killed Kennedy |
I hear you tellin' people 'bout tha people you done |
But look, everytime I bump into to ya, you all about fun |
What made you bring a knife to a gun fight… now that’s not right! |
Why your bitch-ass even showed up tonight? |
Nigga, we use ta kick it like Tai Bo |
I don’t know. |
what made you go sideshow, turn jive whore |
Kickin', trifling, dirty, and low |
We use ta split chicken. |
ride ta Texas and back |
I drive tha rental car while you drive tha Cadillac |
Shakin' like a pair of hot dice |
Doin' 55, duckin' feds, law enforcements, and police |
Niggas turn like fake gold. |
sell they soul |
Treat’cha like Chicago in tha winter: ice cold! |
9-karat 44's, and Calicos |
Keep a clean nose |
And tight Teflon bullet-proof clothes |
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we |
Nobody bust them heads like-a we |
Nobody could outshine we |
Tha whole CMR, CMR family |
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we |
Nobody bust them heads like-a we |
Nobody could outshine we |
Tha whole CMR, CMR family |
Nigga outta line, get smoked |
I don’t kidd, or joke |
Fuckin' with my B.G., off top I’m goin' broke |
I don’t play with these niggas |
I get. |
low down and dirty |
And have niggas' brains coverin' tha ground |
I’m tha number-one stunter, you don’t want my trouble |
I’ll have four niggas in your hood in my hummer |
I’m from back in tha game, but ain’t a damn thing change |
Ya get a whole thing for ten, nigga, tha price tha same |
My money long, within the runway at a airport |
I just bought a Hotel Cash Money Resort |
Hoes love my grill, hoes love my crib |
These hoes just love tha way that. |
Baby live |
But I’m a thug-ass nigga, arms full of some tats |
Got a Cash Money Millionaires 'cross my back |
You don’t want funk with me. |
I don’t think you do, nigga |
We’ll put ten-a-piece on your whole crew |
What! |
Bitch… |
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we |
Nobody bust them heads like-a we |
Nobody could outshine we |
Tha whole CMR, CMR family |
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we |
Nobody bust them heads like-a we |
Nobody could outshine we |
Tha whole CMR, CMR family |
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we |
Nobody bust them heads like-a we |
Nobody could outshine we |
Tha whole CMR, CMR family |
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we |
Nobody bust them heads like-a we |
Nobody could outshine we |
Tha whole CMR, CMR family |