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uncle murda – nothing like me كلمات اغاني

[intro: uncle murda]
you ain’t nothing, you ain’t nothing like me n_gga (nothing)
you ain’t nothing, you ain’t nothing like me n_gga (nothing)
you ain’t nothing, you ain’t nothing like me n_gga (you ain’t nothing)
you ain’t nothing, you ain’t nothing like me n_gga (jahill beats, holla at me)

[verse 1: dios moreno]
me and my n_ggas was used to not having much
go and get used to that (so?)
whoever tried to stop us from eating, i swear we shooting that
we don’t eat, n0body eat, we making it high
was beefing with dudes that was old enough to be our pops
we was young like bobby shmurda, and they was old age (d_mn)
had ’em saying, “these lil n_ggas ain’t playing no games”
okay, let’s cross that line, i’m with it
smack your n_gga lil sister, go tell your brother i did it (haha)
been in a hundred shootouts, homie i madе it
first time i shoot a n_gga, felt like i graduatеd
crew was so proud of me, all night we celebrated
i was at high school, that’s when craig mack was overrated (haha)
couldn’t finish school, too much beef, never graduated (so?)
shooting out my window at n_ggas, grandma was aggravated (sorry)
anything i spit real, ain’t nothing fabricated (facts)
spitting in the feds’ face, know i’m being investigated (woah)

[chorus: uncle murda]
you ain’t nothing, you ain’t nothing like me n_gga (nothing)
you ain’t nothing, you ain’t nothing like me n_gga (nothing)
you ain’t nothing, you ain’t nothing like me n_gga (you ain’t nothing)
you ain’t nothing, you ain’t nothing like me n_gga
[verse 2: conway the machine]
yeah, machine b_tch, i keep the tec close
drop more steroids, they waiting on their next dose (ha)
twenty chains on, feel like my neck broke
hate rappers, real street n_ggas who i respect most (salute)
shorty got the .40 in his moncler (uh_huh)
sixteen whipping deuces while his mom’s there (we wild)
newspaper on the windows, ain’t no blinds there
smoke a blunt of the sour to get my mind clear (wooh)
can’t name one n_gga that i fear (yeah)
i got hit, it ain’t one n_gga that i spared (hahaha)
it’s my year, one of the illest n_ggas heard in nine years (uh_huh)
christopher wallace mixed with nassir (bump to it)
yeah, i’m top tier, sh_t is not fair
out on melrose, this lamborghini that i steer (vroom)
my n_ggas move the ye’ for the low
we whacking everything, i told murda just say it’s a go (brrrr)
machine b_tch

- uncle murda

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