Lyrics I'm Not You - Styles P , Clipse , Jadakiss
No,
no,
no,
I
told
you,
I
live
this
shit
I
ain't
just
up
here,
rappin'
and
tappin'
Spittin'
and
skittin'
and
shit,
naw,
not
me
I'm
not
you,
I'm
not
you
rapper,
I'm
not
you,
Pusha
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
as
green
More
cash
then
ya
seen
within
Ashton
it's
green
Me
drivin'
up
fast
with
the
lean,
zonin'
family
Keep
youngin's
in
them
rented
Camry's
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
Naw,
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
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
a
lota
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
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
can't
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
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
it's
my
fate
to
rep
I
hold
it
down
any
place
I
step
and
I
love
gettin'
slept
on
'Cause
I'm
rawer
than
dope
fresh
outta
Africa
that
never
been
stepped
on
Dog,
I'ma
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
'Cause
my
God
is
different
than
yours
If
the
world
spin
in
a
circle,
I
want
'em
to
learn
move
backwards
Kill
niggas
the
first
minute
they
jerk
you
What
you
keep
the
toaster
for
creepin'
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
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
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
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
ain't
shit,
I
ain't
shit
My
heart
bleed
but
that's
aside
from
the
fact
I
live
from
my
kids
and
their's
and
them
youngin's
after
that
Album
Hip Hop 69
1 Gotcha Back
2 He's Keith Murray
3 Here We Go
4 Simple Murder
5 Its a Demo 2002
6 Rock Stars
7 Freestyle
8 Come Home With Me
9 50 Shot Ya
10 I'm Not You
11 Live 'Em Up
12 T.O.N.Y. (remix)
13 Gangsta and a Gentleman
14 Exclusive
15 Guess Who's Back
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