U Not Like Me (Album Version (Edited))

U Not Like Me (Album Version (Edited))

50 Cent

NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on, that's who you get, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherfucking click, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherfucking snitch, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD

Niggaz want to shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me)
Then walk around with a nine like me (me)
They don't want to do it, three to nine like me
And they ain't strong enough to take nine like me
Hey yo, you think about shittin' on 50, save it
My songs belong in the Bible with King David
I teach niggas sign language, that ain't def son
You heard that? That mean rin!
Ask around, I ain't the one you want to stun on, pa
Pull through, I'll throw a fucking cocktail at ya' car
From the last shootout, I got a dimple on my face
It's nothin', I could go after Mase's fan base
Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out
Hit my wisdom tooth, spit it out
I don't smile a lot, cause ain't nothin' pretty
Got a purple heart for war, and I ain't never left the City
Hos be like "Fiddy, you so witty"
On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P. Diddy
You got fat while we starve, it's my turn
I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn
Won't learn

[Chorus: x2]
If you get shot and run to the cop, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

Mama said,
Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan
So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand
Don't think I'm crazy, cause I don't fear man
Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won't understand
I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan
I been could of killed these niggas, I'm still waiting
In the telly with to whores, a Benz with to doors
32 carrots in the traws, no flaws
You see me in the hood, I got at least two guns
I carry the glock, Tony carry my M-1s
Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me
D's waiting for my response to lock me
This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me
You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me
I'm the one

[Chorus: x2]

See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back
The good die young, I ain't eligible for that
I shot niggas, I been shot, sold crack in the street
My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef
You want to get acquainted with me, you want to know me
From three point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe
See a nigga standin' next to me, he probably my Co-D
See a bitch getting in my whip, she probably gon' blow me
See the flow is like a .38, it's special yo
A country boy tell ya, I'm fittin' to blow
I'm more like a pimp, then a trick, you know
See, I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hos
Niggas broke in the hood, worried about mines
Grown ass men, wearing starter piece shines
You know them little pieces, with the little stones
Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones
When the gossip starts, I'm always the topic
You too old for that shit dog, why don't you stop it
Shorty, I been watching you watching me
Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me

[Chorus:x2]

Written by JACKSON, CURTIS JAMES / THELUSMA, ANDY
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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