(Gritz) He don't do the things like I, do he? He don't make you feel like I, do he? Do he? He don't drive the car I drive, do he? He ain't gettin' money like I, do he? Do he? (Twista) Every minute I be in it Every minute I be in it, I be killin' competition Watch I break 'em from the start to the finish I make 'em start to diminish and body anybody Makin' a comment about me the way I don't like Disgruntled motherfuckers and suckers, today we call 'em haters I'm so major, hoes on me and they wanna fight They wanna bite 'cause I'm original like Bobby Digital My style is critical and yours intermediate I'm just a rappin' legacy, I got the recipe For cookin up and servin', and they likin the ingredients I'm mackin', I'm a genius, a flow of horror, I could peep your Aura and see what your inner feelings might be Niggas talkin' shit 'cause they ain't used to bein' In the same room with a legendary nigga like me Some of 'em really wanna be me and they want my car, ho And they flow like me Niggas wanna take away my style, they can get it how I get it But they money never grow like me though How I live it is exquisite and the picture is so vivid that the riches Are not only monetary but within the body and the mental Spectacular graphics in back of a plethora of energy Vocally vibratin rhythms through a instrumental Spit and tellin' niggas you don't really want it Bitches you don't really want it Think I'm dissin even when it's hypothetical and I ain't really on it I'm known to body my opponents Should I say opposition, in my position I'm expected to be venomous I beat 'em down verbally the way I rap Like it was multiples of me, I fuck 'em up like it was ten of us And this ain't even strenuous Twista (Gritz) He don't do the things like I, do he? He don't make you feel like I, do he? Do he? He don't drive the car I drive, do he? He ain't gettin' money like I, do he? (Ain't do it like me) Do he? He don't do the things like I, do he? He don't make you feel like I, do he? Do he? Give a fuck 'bout how you feel nigga (feel nigga) She gon' pop the thang for real nigga, nigga (Twista) Every second I be intimate Every second I be intimate with the music As I get into it and every rhythm in the instrument Intelligently ignorant the way I spit it Admit it, I'd be admitted into the hospital If I didn't know how I spit'll be the conversation of lyricists Congregation'll fit with this, I'll leave you volatile If you got a style you prob'ly got it from hearin Twist A certain section of my '97 patterns My 2004 lyrics, how they copy Cadences and mannerisms, I can tell it when I hear it I can tell it when I hear it And I'm never specific 'cause if I do A nigga gon' take it the wrong way I'll fuck him up for whatever he gon' say Dependin on who he be I'm thuggin' like I'm PeeWee Longway Blowin' after a long day And I want my haze, kush And my diesel too How you ain't gon' have nothin' to roll up with me If you gon' fuck with me if I be blowin' weed with you though? Old fake-ass niggas, they be the reason I don't fuck with them All over the dick when they see the Gucci I just roll one up and say rest in peace to Doe B Blowin' for when they free my lil' brother and free Lil Boosie Twista (Gritz) He don't do the things like I, do he? He don't make you feel like I, do he? Do he? He don't drive the car I drive, do he? He ain't gettin' money like I, do he? (Ain't do it like me) Do he? He don't do the things like I, do he? He don't make you feel like I, do he? Do he? Give a fuck 'bout how you feel nigga (feel nigga) She gon' pop the thang for real nigga, nigga