Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Like Me, artist - Bone BrothersDate of issue: 21.02.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Like Me |
| -Chorus- |
| They want to be just like me, look just like me, |
| dress just like me, and act just like me/ Want to sound just |
| like me, and rap just like me, get bitches like me, but |
| can’t G up like me |
| -Layzie Bone- |
| Look dog, I’m a thoroughbred, |
| pistol totin' hard head/ Killa for the scrilla, man, |
| hittin' you with this hot lead/ Tend setter, nobody does it |
| better/ Want to G. P with a thug nigga? Better get yo' shit |
| together/ Them polished, pimpin' playas, all of my partners |
| pushin' something/ When it was '89 I was packin' |
| 9's, sellin' dope and dumpin' (Buck Buck Buck) |
| Uh, uh uh, ain’t that the shiznit? Layzie Bone got some |
| money 'cause Layzie Bone handled his business/ Ya’ll |
| niggas be slackin' up, tryin' to be me, actin' |
| up/ You need to be tryin' to do you 'cause doin' |
| me too flashy for you (Yeah) Now, say my name and watch these |
| bitches come flockin' up/ Comin' hard, stuntin' |
| on 'em/ These haters be watchin'/ I’m |
| droppin' bombs like the Taliban, messed like a L. A Mexican/ |
| Psycho like Norman Bates when it comes down to the cheddar, man |
| (Ya'll just don’t know) What it took to get here; |
| Talkin' blood, sweat and tears/ Ridin' and perfect |
| timin' payin' dues in here for years |
| -Chorus- |
| -Bizzy Bone- |
| Mr. Miraculous with |
| the acrobatic wordplay/ These bitches ain’t worthy, they |
| suckin' like you never gon' hurt me/ Most |
| motherfuckin' certainly/ Throw up the 7, fuck your game, we |
| down and dirty/ Me and Lay tighter than Nelly and his homie |
| Murphy/ On in a day / With a stomach full of Henny; I’m |
| spiritual, ya’ll earthly/ Close the curtains, niggas shot |
| at the door/ Protective custody, don’t drop the soap (Bubba |
| want him, whoa!)/ (?) dagger (?) the arrow back to the |
| backstabber / Mathematical habitat of maniacal mad me and |
| I’m gettin' plastered/ Watchin' the strippers |
| work hard for they' money and dog, the lookin' lovely/ |
| This is Babylon; 7 Sign rough and ruggery (I'm a bust your |
| motherfuckin' head, nigga) Only killers can hug me, |
| it’s all cool in the game/ Celebratin' with bubbly/ |
| Very agressive; we dumpin'/ Ya’ll soft like dumplings |
| nigga |
| -Chorus- |
| -Layzie Bone- |
| (Whoa) Nigga got the whole world watchin' braids, |
| showin' duece how to rock the stage/ When LL was |
| rockin' bills I was scramblin' gettin' my pockets |
| paid/ And I ain’t stoppin' til I’m in my grave, |
| and that’s until the casket drop/ Never leave the crib |
| without my plastic Glock (Buck buck)/ Stop, no can’t, |
| don’t want that ain’t in my vocabulary/ I promise not |
| to do it nigga, unless it’s absolutely necessary/ Feel my |
| vibe; Drunk, twisted and high/ Go ahead and do you; The grass |
| ain’t greener on the other side |
| -Bizzy Bone- |
| Oh my God! We always into something illegal/ Gettin' |
| the paper, black undertaker cakin' the crib, duckin' |
| the haters/ East side, North side fo' sho'/ Throw up |
| the Bone’fore I leave this bitch, murda mo'/ Cleveland |
| Avenue 1−6-1, the enforcers/ Never the freeze crew green brow, |
| cops and guns/ I don’t need you; He who stands alone/ |
| I’m in the zone with the 7's/ I’m a dog from the |
| Bone, motherfucker |
| -Chorus- |