Lyrics Nothin Alike - Ea$y Money feat. DJ Premier

You don′t know you better ask somedbody
What, you think you like me? You ain't like me

In a rap game full of fake niggas, I′ma stand out
Homey, we nothing alike. Don't put ya hand out
Came up in a time when... they'da touch you for dimin′
Now it seems that we stuck in an environment
Where dudes turn puppets for diamonds, other than rhymin
Homey/you and I have nothing in common/nah
Swear it make me wanna demonstrate
How this fo-five set a fuckin demon straight
But i rather enlighten/but it′s so hard cuz all the
Trash yall be writin be lackin excitement
Fake jacks but wit a fraud you send syn-onymous
Ain't no threats you send ominous/I′m in this
To let you all know: more than likely
He who act hard as a scram that be showin off for the cam
Talk like he spark it and blam... but when it's
On he get tweet beef/I just mark it as spam

You keep that rachet/you be clutchin it tight?
You put in that work/earned a couple a stripes
You only live that live when you clutchin the mic
What you rhyme ain′t your reality/we nothing alike
PREEM
You don't know you better ask somebody
What, you think you like me? You ain′t like me
Anyway

Never sell your soul/that remain the slo-gan
No matter what you attain/it's just a slow gain
Y'all portray an image... that the label presented
Y′all say that it′s business/I say it's a gimmick
They say that the minute you really live what they order you
To say like you meant it... then they′ll throw you away in a minute
You mean to tell homey if a fell-ony
Fell on me... they a flip and tell on me?
What I'm supposed to do?...when they want real and it′s
Only a few who... can show it to you
The soul of Guru is flowin thru you
Carry that torch/that what they holdin you to
I long for longevity... but if it
All wasn't meant to be/it′s all good. I'll let it be
Can't be the one they say threw away all
Morals/integrity... all for celebrity

Everybody′s a gangsta/till it′s time to be a
Gangsta/yall are so inconsistent
Front like y'all poppin off/when it′s time to
Pop em off/y'all all turn bitch in an instant
Everybody a thug/till the time come to thug
For real/pop off a slug and kill
You gambling wit ya life when you playin them games
Homeboy you better stay in ya lane (word up)

You don′t know you better ask somebody x4
What, you think you like me? You ain't like me x2