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Just Like Me
The Game, DJ Drama & Mike & Keys
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Turn me up some
You ever had a dream, then you turned it into reality?
(Gangsta)
Yeah, I know
If so, then you just like me
(Gangsta Grizzillz) Drama
Bandana on, so I feel like a bandit
'64 leanin' while a nigga in transit
Any misunderstandin', you get stripped where you standin'
You can throw it in the sky, but, nigga, watch where you land it
This ain't no Death Row, but still, you get stranded
Niggas out here lost in the city of scammers
Smile for the coroner, these pictures is candid
Somethin' wrong with his head, he like Aaron Hernandez
So fuck all this patriotic shit niggas talkin' 'bout
We walk 'em out and chalk 'em out after the heart come out
I'm a killer and my mama know this
Olde English to the head and I ain't wastin' a sip
If you got drank in your cup and your chronic rolled tight
And your bitch fine shit and your neck full of ice (tell 'em)
And your car cost a hundred and your windows tinted
And you don't give a fuck, so you still smoke in it
And your name on the title, but you drive it like it's rented
All this money in the safe, nigga, might as well spend it
And you got it out the mud and you made it out the trenches
And you beat a life sentence
Then you just like me (Gangsta Grizzillz)
You just like me
Welcome to Killa-for-N-I-A
Where niggas fuck around and be MIA
Switch the rules to the game, nigga, when I play
My lil' homies move anybody when I say
They can move a U-Haul like crew bars for Converse and new drawers
We bond first and shoot off, we break more than a few laws
Stomp a nigga 'til he purple like we Q-Dogs
When we was real active, only pass was for Snoop Dogg
My mama hated I was a Blood, see?
It took a platinum album for her to love me
And she never came to see me after I got shot
She said, "You too hardhead, and you chose the wrong block" (dang)
If you got drank in your cup and your chronic rolled tight
And your bitch fine shit and your neck full of ice
And your car cost a hundred and your windows tinted
And you don't give a fuck, so you still smoke in it
And your name on the title, but you drive it like it's rented
All this money in the safe, nigga, might as well spend it
And you got it out the mud, and you made it out the trenches
And you beat a life sentence
Then you just like me (Gangsta)
You just like me