Me No Like

Yeah, Okay, Yeah, Here we go
Back for another one bitch,
Let's go, Ha,
Staten Island stand up,
Strong Island stand up,
Yeah, Brick City nigga,
Funk Doc.

Yo, I'll start this rhyme with how y'all feel in this bitch,
I'm fiendin' to spit, Got steel in my grip,
But I ain't talkin' bout guns, I'm talkin' mics, Niggas stealin' my shit,
Then try to act like they ain't feelin' my shit,
Down for talkin' bout one, Fuck your feelings, I be talkin' in tongues,
Fuck where you from and all the niggas you brung,
Punk, My clan don't sleep son, I put that on each one,
Be cool until the heat, Call me pussy might eat some,
Nigga this is not pop music, Unless your tryna pop shots to it,
Why would you have that glock and not use it,
How could you hear this joint and not lose it,
You stupid, You need to shot from cupid to get love for this music,
Diamond in the ruff, Like iodine, Find me in the cut,
If not prolly find me in a slut, If I buy me a Dutch,
That means Mef Mans, Back with the stuff, Lot of back talkin' backin' it up.

Now I like bein' a man, I like weed in my hand,
I like my cheese in advance, But y'all don't understand,
Me no like, Fake niggas that ain't got the game tight,
Me no like, When y'all killas pop shit and can't fight.

Now I like bein' a man, I like weed in my hand,
I like my cheese in advance, But y'all don't understand,
Me no like, Fake niggas that ain't got the game tight,
Me no like, When y'all killas pop shit and can't fight.

Back in the zone, No backbone,
He stepped on and spat on, Niggas don't last long,
If I don't get some act-right soon, I'm gonna act wrong,
I ain't tryin' to get clapped on for makin' these rap songs,
If your misunderstood Pink, What would the hood think,
To know that I've been Swindled, Bamboozled, and Hoodwinked,
These rappers ain't like me, They see that there might be, More to me then some Air Force Ones and a white tee,
I'm nice B, 6 foot 4, Un-cut raw,
Pocket full of straws, I'm that nigga to look for,
One paper like a book store, Ain't never been shook poor,
I switch from Method Man to Candy Man and the hooked off,
Still ain't nothin' sweet though, Who wanna spit flows,
First learn' to put the weed inside the bag and then get dough, (Then get dough mothafucka)
Tell your peoples and kin folk, I been dope, Anything else is an insult. (God damnit)

Now I like bein' a man, I like weed in my hand,
I like my cheese in advance, But y'all don't understand,
Me no like, Fake niggas that ain't got the game tight,
Me no like, When y'all killas pop shit and can't fight.

Now I like bein' a man, I like weed in my hand,
I like my cheese in advance, But y'all don't understand,
Me no like, Fake niggas that ain't got the game tight,
Me no like, When y'all killas pop shit and can't fight.

So obnoxious that I'm toxic, Call it diarrhea, Spit that hot shit,
Cause I'm hot bitch, And got butter-fingers, Opps I drops it, Load and lops it, Take the recipe that's been concocted,
Got women just like a vehicle, Topless,
Look first, You'll see what I'm worth, Pullin' paper straight out the wood work,
Until I push dirt, Shit I hate to fuck up a good shirt,
But damnit I'm back, I can relax, Shot a dos of some murder I wrote, Then lean back,
I'm part Ghost, Part Cappa, RZA, And Deck,
Part Dirty, Uey, GZA, Masta Killa, And Chef,
But I'm all Mef, All vet, Killers I'm complex,
Niggas, Have yet to blow up, Nothin' but bomb threats,
New York y'all, Shoot or shank me, I bleed Yankee,
I'm hot dog, Y'all ain't Nathan to put it frankly,
I find excuses to finally lose, Then write exclusives,
And E like VH1, Ya know - behind the music.

Now I like bein' a man, I like weed in my hand,
I like my cheese in advance, But y'all don't understand,
Me no like, Fake niggas that ain't got the game tight,
Me no like, When y'all killas pop shit and can't fight.

Now I like bein: a man, I like weed in my hand,
I like my cheese in advance, But y'all don't understand,
Me no like, Fake niggas that ain't got the game tight,
Me no like, When y'all killas pop shit and can't fight