Lil’ Wayne – 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

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 (nawww)

Nobody bust them heads like-a we (hmmmm)

Nobody could outshin we

Tha whole CMR, CMR family (

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Nobody bust them heads like-a we (

Nobody could outshine we

Tha whole CMR, CMR family (For real!!)

Eeh, what, what

What, you got a (?), ’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 brought me 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 enforcement, 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 (Stop!) them heads like-a we (What? What?)

Nobody could (Stop!) outshine (Stop!) we (What?)

Tha whole CMR (What?), CMR (What?) family (What?) (

Nobody burn them blocks (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) (

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Nobody bust them heads (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) (

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Nobody could (Stop!) outshine (Stop!) we (What?)

Tha whole CMR (What?), CMR (Stop!) family (Stop!) (

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, but it don’t run with tha airport

I just bought a Hotel Cash Money Resort

Hos love my grill, hos love my crib

These hos just love tha way that.. Baby live

But I’m a thug-ass nigga, arms full of some taps

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!