I'm Not You Lyrics - Lord Willin - Clipse

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