Michael Shaye - Nothing Like U (feat. Lil Slime) Lyrics

I ain't nothing like you
I can telll
I can tellll
Wish em well they was plotting
But they failed yea they failed
Give em hell, yea I got to give em hell
For they tell
Give em hell
Yea I gotta give em hell
For they tell

Met this chick Shennel from over west side she do nails
Gotta boyfriend and he rap
He think he beastin on the real
When he go to bust them traps I just bust her ass for real
Till one day he read a text, now he salty wanna kill
Sending messages from google numbers
Talking bout he kill , he done punched on cute Shennel
Guess he thought that make em Thurl
One thing you need know bout me I don't take kindly to them threats
Them things ready that's a fact
Pull up in that black on black
You a clown, please don't come around you the type to Rat
All them guns that you wave on a snap that don't give you pass
Bout to spazz
But I know ya type and I'm so calculated at math
Numero uno this Papi a Pouto
And I don't give 2 f*cks about Shennel ass
Klay with da Trey '8 if you shooting my way
Ya brain Picante' you buried or ash
Clay with the jabs, don't hide under mask
Actin untouchable get you casket
It'll turn all ya children to bastards
It'll turn all them thuggies to Pastors
He a choir boy to masses
Ol Tom Hanks not Action

I ain't nothing like you
I can telll
I can tellll
Wish em well they was plotting
But they failed yea they failed
Give em hell, yea I got to give em hell
For they tell
Give em hell
Yea I gotta give em hell
For they tell

Peace blood Peace blood Bang!
Chill Crip Chill Crip Gang
We just wanna pop each other meanwhile
The real threat watch us hang!
You ain't really bout shit bruh
What about the cop that kill cuh
What about George Zimmerman
If you so G put a end to him
And the cops that got Sandra Bland
We can go shot for shot wit all them instead of spilling blood from out ya own kin
Protect to yo block don't let the foe in
Look at the clock it's time to check in
Pull up n rock the spot we all in
F*ck them chains man let's go get land
Y'all know that Moneyy Meazyy like bands
It's just time to keep them in hand
For we all end up in quick sand
Look we all still owe Unc Sam
That be biggest crook on this planet

He so obnoxious can't stand it
Get booked for pot then he hand it
Right back to us but he scammin
Like sell the shit I need taxes
And the super rich not in brackets
It's so factious
Still the steel just kill each other over fashion
Or a shawty so classless
Surely
It's all madness
It's bout time to raise standards

I ain't nothing like you
I can telll
I can tellll
Wish em well they was plotting
But they failed yea they failed
Give em hell, yea I got to give em hell
For they tell
Give em hell
Yea I gotta give em hell
For they tell