50 Cent – U Not Like Me Lyrics

Produced By: Red Spyda
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[Produced by Red Spyda]

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


[Verse 1]
Niggas wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me)
Then walk around with a 9 like me (me)
They want to do it 3 to 9 like me

And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me
Ayo, you think about shitting on 50, save it
My songs belong in the Bible with King David
I teach niggas sign language, that ain’t deaf, son
*click* *click* you heard that? That mean run

Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stunt 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 nothing, I can go after Mase’s fan base
Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out
Hit my wisdom tooth *huck-too* spit it out

I don't smile a lot cause ain't nothing pretty
Got a purple heart for war and I ain't never left the city
Hoes 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

[Hook]
If you get shot and run to the cops 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 dude, you not like me


[Verse 2]
Mama said everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan
So at night when I talk to him I got my gun in my hand

Don't think I'm crazy cause I don't fear man
Cause I fear when I kill a man God won't understand

I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan?
I been could've killed these niggas, I'm still waitin'
In the telly with two whores, Benz with two doors
32 karats in the cross, no flaws
You see me in the hood, I got at least two guns
I carry the Glock, Tony carry my M-1

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 a banana clip to try and stop me
I'm the one

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
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 wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me
From 3 point range with a Glock, I shoot better then Kobe
See a nigga standing 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 y'all
Country boy tell ya, I’m finna blow
I’m more like a pimp than a trick, you know
See, I’m in this for the paper, but I don’t love the hoes

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, dawg, won’t you stop it?
Shorty, I been watching you watching me
Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me?



[Hook]

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