Like Me - Bone Brothers

-Chorus-

They want to be just like me, look just like me,

dress just like me, and act just like me/ Want to sound just

like me, and rap just like me, get bitches like me, but

can’t G up like me

-Layzie Bone-

Look dog, I’m a thoroughbred,

pistol totin' hard head/ Killa for the scrilla, man,

hittin' you with this hot lead/ Tend setter, nobody does it

better/ Want to G. P with a thug nigga? Better get yo' shit

together/ Them polished, pimpin' playas, all of my partners

pushin' something/ When it was '89 I was packin'

9's, sellin' dope and dumpin' (Buck Buck Buck)

Uh, uh uh, ain’t that the shiznit? Layzie Bone got some

money 'cause Layzie Bone handled his business/ Ya’ll

niggas be slackin' up, tryin' to be me, actin'

up/ You need to be tryin' to do you 'cause doin'

me too flashy for you (Yeah) Now, say my name and watch these

bitches come flockin' up/ Comin' hard, stuntin'

on 'em/ These haters be watchin'/ I’m

droppin' bombs like the Taliban, messed like a L. A Mexican/

Psycho like Norman Bates when it comes down to the cheddar, man

(Ya'll just don’t know) What it took to get here;

Talkin' blood, sweat and tears/ Ridin' and perfect

timin' payin' dues in here for years

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-Bizzy Bone-

Mr. Miraculous with

the acrobatic wordplay/ These bitches ain’t worthy, they

suckin' like you never gon' hurt me/ Most

motherfuckin' certainly/ Throw up the 7, fuck your game, we

down and dirty/ Me and Lay tighter than Nelly and his homie

Murphy/ On in a day / With a stomach full of Henny; I’m

spiritual, ya’ll earthly/ Close the curtains, niggas shot

at the door/ Protective custody, don’t drop the soap (Bubba

want him, whoa!)/ (?) dagger (?) the arrow back to the

backstabber / Mathematical habitat of maniacal mad me and

I’m gettin' plastered/ Watchin' the strippers

work hard for they' money and dog, the lookin' lovely/

This is Babylon; 7 Sign rough and ruggery (I'm a bust your

motherfuckin' head, nigga) Only killers can hug me,

it’s all cool in the game/ Celebratin' with bubbly/

Very agressive; we dumpin'/ Ya’ll soft like dumplings

nigga

-Chorus-

-Layzie Bone-

(Whoa) Nigga got the whole world watchin' braids,

showin' duece how to rock the stage/ When LL was

rockin' bills I was scramblin' gettin' my pockets

paid/ And I ain’t stoppin' til I’m in my grave,

and that’s until the casket drop/ Never leave the crib

without my plastic Glock (Buck buck)/ Stop, no can’t,

don’t want that ain’t in my vocabulary/ I promise not

to do it nigga, unless it’s absolutely necessary/ Feel my

vibe; Drunk, twisted and high/ Go ahead and do you; The grass

ain’t greener on the other side

-Bizzy Bone-

Oh my God! We always into something illegal/ Gettin'

the paper, black undertaker cakin' the crib, duckin'

the haters/ East side, North side fo' sho'/ Throw up

the Bone’fore I leave this bitch, murda mo'/ Cleveland

Avenue 1−6-1, the enforcers/ Never the freeze crew green brow,

cops and guns/ I don’t need you; He who stands alone/

I’m in the zone with the 7's/ I’m a dog from the

Bone, motherfucker

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