Lil Wayne, Big Tymers - Not Like Me lyrics

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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 BG, 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