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Testi The Clipse - I'm Not You

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[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 shitNaw, uh uhh, not meI'm not you, I'm not you rapper, I'm not you.... Pusha[Pusha T]I keep that ziploc bustin at the stitchesCulinary chemist, I serve the malicious, to break the fiends fixesOne give you the sniffles, the other, leave you with the itchesTransport airport with the vaseline, so I can,Fulfill my dreams of passion and green, more cash then ya seenWithin Ashton its green, me drivin up fast with the leanZonin family, keep youngins in them rented CamrysDoor panels full of shit and I aint full of shitWreckless ass, God forbid they don't crash,From the panel to the dash, its four pounds of slabNah bitch we don't believe in air bagsCars turn tricks like them Ringling brother skitsWhether 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 lieGot em right here, and if I don't like you the grams highTake it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it they need itThey could smoke it right in front of you to make you believe itProlly think I won't murder you the way I smileBut I'ma take alotta shots, A.I styleJada, the name is filthy, but so what, the motherfuckin game is filthyYou know what, my mom and my pops really did a good jobBut it was the Montega, and the Cane the built me so I,Could never hate on another brotherGod is great, the devil is a motherfuckerWhen you broke but they think you got moneyCrackers start showin you love, ya own people act funnyI tear niggas heads off, I don't discriminateWaves, cornrows, or dreads, I will eliminate[Roscoe P. Coldchain]I'm far from a noodle nigga, I stab up block repsAnd turn quiet streets into hot sexNigga 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 heartI make ya people say wow that didn't look like my manThey flipped upside down, the coroner did what he canHe got hit wit ten rounds, at pointblank, and pointblankColdchian left that nigga stankinHalf static and face I got the wrinkling, slugs all in itI 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 emMade his head stand on end and like a baby I rocked emThe Coffin the cradle, you cant bite the hand that made you,That's the beginning of the end, and you a thug that pretendsCarl Coldchain, suit the nigga, I got a great vision I see through menAnd squeeze triggers wit bullets that go through men[Styles P]Fuck wit S.P that's ya date with deathGot bullets that'll grape ya chest, no sleep like I hate the restI'm in the hood like its my fate to repI hold it down, any place I stepAnd I love gettin slept onCuz I'm rawer than dope fresh outta Africa that never been stepped onDog, I'ma clap at you the minute that you rep wrongHoliday the ghost the main reason why ya set goneWhy I love riffin the war you wouldn't understandCuz my God is different than yoursIf the world spin in a circle I wanted men to move backwardsKill niggas the first minute they jerk youWhat you keep the toaster for, creepin through the hood and,Shit aint really good, but I'm deeper than the ocean floorHigher than a plane and meaner than a ballerWant 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 supplySo I feed them their needs at the same time cryYes it pains me to see them neednessAll of them lost souls and I'm their JesusDeepest regret and sympathy to the streetI see no pity for they fix when they kids couldn't eat (so sorry)And with this in mind, I still didn't quitAnd 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 thatmore free lyrics

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