I’m Not You
Title | I’m Not You |
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Artist | Clipse |
Album | Lord Willin’ |
Release Date | 2002-08-20 |
Description | On “I’m Not You,” Clipse address the (often-neglected) downside of being druglords. |
Lyrics | [Intro: Pusha T] No, no, no I told you, I lived this shit I ain't up here just rappin' and tappin' Spittin' and skittin' and shit Nah, uh-uh, not me I'm not you, I'm not you, rapper I'm not you Pusha [Verse 1: 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 pastures that's green More cash then ya seen, with an Aston that's green Me driving up fast with the lean Zonin' family, keep youngins in them rented Camrys Door panels full of shit and I ain't full of shit Reckless-ass, God forbid they don't crash From the panel to the dash, it's four pounds of slab Nah, bitch, we don't believe in air bags Cars turn tricks like them Ringling Brothers skits Whether bitch hop out, or the Glock pop out Ya know what I'm about, blow clear ya sinus 'til the snot drop out [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Whoever said birds fly south for the winter's a damn lie Got 'em right here, and if I don't like you, the grams hide Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it, they need it Make 'em smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it Probably think I won't murder you the way I smile But I'ma take a lot of shots A.I. style And 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 'caine that 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, your own people act funny I tear niggas heads off, I don't discriminate Waves, cornrows or dreads, I will eliminate [Verse 3: Roscoe P. Coldchain] I'm far from a noodle nigga, I stab up block reps And turn quiet streets into hot sets Nigga, that's funny, you say you a killer, how? What is it, the return of the killer clowns? Akhi, you put no fear in my heart I make ya people say, "Wow, that didn't look like my man" They flipped him upside down, the coroner did what he can He got hit with ten rounds at point blank and point blank Coldchain left that nigga stankin' Nigga have static, to his 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 jogged up on 'em, pressed the .40 up on him, shocked 'em Made his head stand on end and like a baby, I rocked 'em Your coffin's your cradle, you can't bite the hand that made you That's the beginning of the end, and you a thug that pretends Call Coldchain "Super Nigga," I got X-Ray vision, I see through men And squeeze triggers with bullets that go through men You might also like[Verse 4: Styles P] Fuck with S.P., that's ya date with death Got bullets that'll break ya chest No sleep like I hate to rest I'm in the hood like its my fate to rep I hold it down any place I step And I love getting slept on 'Cause I'm rawer than dope, fresh out of Africa that never been stepped on Dawg, I'ma clap at you the minute that you rep wrong Holiday, the Ghost the main reason why your set gone Why I love riffing 'em poor? You wouldn't understand 'Cause my God is different than yours If the world spin in a circle, I want to learn to move backwards Kill niggas the first minute they jerk you What you keep the toaster for? Creeping through the hood and Shit ain't really good, but I'm deeper than the ocean floor Higher than a plane and meaner than a bull I want ya insides out, so I mean it when I pull [Verse 5: Malice] Rappers is talking to me as if (Come on) We in the same boat I tell them quick, "No, I move coke" (Uh-uh) And you and I don't share no common bond So forgive me if I don't receive 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 need this All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus Deepest regret and sympathy to the streets I seen 'em pay 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 ain't shit (I ain't shit) My heart bleed, but that's aside from the fact I live for my kids and theirs and them youngins after that |