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    "I'm Not You" Lyrics

    Clipse feat. Jadakiss

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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 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 I pull

    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 need this
    All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus
    Deepest regret and sympathy to the street
    I see them 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 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
    This song was submitted on April 13th, 2010 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Chad Hugo, Jason Phillips, David Styles, Terrence Thornton, Gene Thornton Jr, Pharrell Williams.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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