I'm Not You Lyric Clipse LORD WILLIN

[Pusha T Talking]
No no no.....
I told you.... I live this shit
[echoing]
I aint just up here, rappin and tappin, spittin and skittin
and shit
Naw, uh uhh, not me
I'm not you, I'm not you rapper, I'm not
you.... Pusha

[Pusha T]
I keep that ziploc bustin at the
stitches
Culinary chemist, I serve the malicious, to break the fiends
fixes
One give you the sniffles, the other, leave you with the
itches
Transport airport with the vaseline, so I can,
Fulfill my dreams of
passion and green, more cash then ya seen
Within Ashton its green, me drivin
up fast with the lean
Zonin family, keep youngins in them rented
Camrys
Door panels full of shit and I aint full of shit
Wreckless ass, God
forbid they don't crash,
From the panel to the dash, its four pounds of
slab
Nah bitch we don't believe in air bags
Cars turn tricks like them
Ringling brother skits
Whether bitch hop out, or the glock pop out, ya know
what I'm about,
Blow to ya sinus til the snot drop out

[Jadakiss
overlapping Pusha T's last line]
Whoever said birds fly south for the
winters a damn lie
Got em right here, and if I don't like you the grams
high
Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it they need it
They could
smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it
Prolly think I won't
murder you the way I smile
But I'ma take alotta shots, A.I style
Jada, the
name is filthy, but so what, the motherfuckin game is filthy
You know what,
my mom and my pops really did a good job
But it was the Montega, and the Cane
the built me so I,
Could never hate on another brother
God is great, the
devil is a motherfucker
When you broke but they think you got
money
Crackers start showin you love, ya own people act funny
I tear
niggas heads off, I don't discriminate
Waves, cornrows, or dreads, I will
eliminate

[Roscoe P. Coldchain]

I'm far from a noodle
nigga, I stab up block reps
And turn quiet streets into hot sex
Nigga
that's funny you say you a killa how?
What is it the return of the killer
clown?
You don't put no fear in my heart
I make ya people say wow that
didn't look like my man
They flipped upside down, the coroner did what he
can
He got hit wit ten rounds, at pointblank, and pointblank
Coldchian
left that nigga stankin
Half static and face I got the wrinkling, slugs all
in it
I had my eyes on his mink and, I didn't give em a chance to blink
when,
I dodged up on em, pressed the forty up on him shocked em
Made his
head stand on end and like a baby I rocked em
The Coffin the cradle, you cant
bite the hand that made you,
That's the beginning of the end, and you a thug
that pretends
Carl Coldchain, suit the nigga, I got a great vision I see
through men
And squeeze triggers wit bullets that go through
men

[Styles P]
Fuck wit S.P that's ya date with death
Got
bullets that'll grape ya chest, no sleep like I hate the rest
I'm in the hood
like its my fate to rep
I hold it down, any place I step
And I love gettin
slept on
Cuz I'm rawer than dope fresh outta Africa that never been stepped
on
Dog, Ima clap at you the minute that you rep wrong
Holiday the ghost
the main reason why ya set gone
Why I love riffin the war you wouldn't
understand
Cuz my God is different than yours
If the world spin in a
circle I wanted men to move backwards
Kill niggas the first minute they jerk
you
What you keep the toaster for, creepin through the hood and,
Shit aint
really good, but I'm deeper than the ocean floor
Higher than a plane and
meaner than a baller
Want ya insides out so I mean it when
(??)

[Malice]
Rappers is talking to me as if (come on)
We in
the same boat I tell them quick no I move Coke! (uh uhh)
And you and I don't
share no common bond,
So forgive me if I don't recieve you with open arms
(No)
It shames me to no end,
To feed poison to those who could very well
be my kin (uh huh)
But where there's demand, someone will supply
So I feed
them their needs at the same time cry
Yes it pains me to see them
needness
All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus
Deepest regret and
sympathy to the street
I see no pity for they fix when they kids couldn't eat
(so sorry)
And with this in mind, I still didn't quit
And that's how I
know, that I aint shit (I aint shit)
My heart bleed but that's aside from the
fact,
I live from my kids and theirs and them youngins after that

 

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