Nothing Like Me

[Intro - 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?

[Verse 1 - 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

[Chorus - 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

[Verse 2 - Twista]
Every second I be intimate
Every second I be intimate with the music
As I get into it and every ryhthm 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

[Chorus - 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