| They wanna be just like me, look just like me, dress just like me |
| And act just like me, wanna sound just like me |
| And rap just like me, get bitches like me, but can’t chill like me |
| They wanna be just like me, look just like me, dress just like me |
| And act just like me, wanna sound just like me |
| And rap just like me, get bitches like me, but can’t chill like me |
| (Layzie) |
| Look dog, I’m a thorough bred, pistol towin' hard head |
| Killer, for the scrilla man hittin' you with this hot lead |
| Trin said a, nobody does it better, wanna G-P with a thug |
| Nigga better get your shit together, and polish pimpin' players |
| All of my partners pushin' somethin' when it was eighty-nine |
| I was packin' nines sellin' dope and dump, buck, buck, buck |
| Uh, uh, uh ain’t that the shiznit Layzie Bone got some money |
| Cause Layzie Bone handled his business, y’all niggaz be slackin' |
| Up, try to be me actin' up you need to be tryin' to do you |
| Cause doin' me to flashy for you (yeah) say my name and watch |
| These bitches come flockin' I’m comin' hard stunnin' all them |
| These haters be watchin' droppin' bombs like a Taliban |
| Dress like a L.A. Mexican psycho like Norman Bates |
| When it comes down to cheddar man (y'all just don’t know) |
| What it took to get here talkin' blood, sweat and tears |
| Right in the perfect timin' payin' my dues and every years |
| (Chorus) |
| They wanna be just like me, look just like me, dress just like me |
| And act just like me, wanna sound just like me |
| And rap just like me, get bitches like me, but can’t chill like me |
| They wanna be just like me, look just like me, dress just like me |
| And act just like me, wanna sound just like me |
| And rap just like me, get bitches like me, but can’t chill like me |
| (Bizzy) |
| Mista miraculous with the acrobatic word play, these bitches |
| Ain’t worthy suck it like you never know her pain |
| Most motherfuckin' certainly throw up the seven fuck your gang |
| We down and dirty me and Lay tight with the Nelly and his homie |
| Murphy only mid-day with a stomach full of henny I’m a spiritual |
| Y’all earthly close the curtains nigga shot for the door |
| Protective custody don’t drop the soap Bubba want in, whooh |
| Hope to die of thee arrow back to the back stabber math-matical |
| Habitat the meniacal mad man and gettin' plastered watchin' the |
| Strippers work hard for they money in-doors they lookin' lovely |
| This is Babylon seventh sign roughin' it rug wordy («B» bust your |
| (Whooh) Motherfuckin' head nigga) only killas can hurt me, it’s all |
| Cool in the gang celebratin' the Bobby very agressive we talkin' |
| Y’all soul flikes too nigga |
| (Chorus) |
| They wanna be just like me, look just like me, dress just like me |
| And act just like me, wanna sound just like me |
| And rap just like me, get bitches like me, but can’t chill like me |
| They wanna be just like me, look just like me, dress just like me |
| And act just like me, wanna sound just like me |
| And rap just like me, get bitches like me, but can’t chill like me |
| (Layzie) |
| We got the whole world walkin' brave, showin' dudes how to rock the |
| Stage when L-L was rock 'n bail I was scramblin' get my pockets |
| Paid, and I ain’t stoppin' 'til I’m in my grave master 'til the casket |
| Drop, never leave the crib without my plastic glock, stop, no pain |
| Don’t want that in my vocabulary I promise not to do it nigga 'less |
| It’s absolutely necessary, feel my vibe, drunk, twisted and high go |
| On ahead do you the grass and greener on the other side |
| (Bizzy) |
| Oh my God we always into somethin' illegal gettin' a painful plaque |
| Of the Saint they kept in the crib, duckin' the haters Eastside |
| Northside for sure throw up the bomb 'fore I leave this bitch Murda |
| Mo, Cleveland Avenue 1−6-1 the enforcers 'member the 3's Krew, Green |
| Brought half in turns, I don’t need you, he who says alone I’m readin' |
| A song with the sevens I’m the dog from above, motherfucker |
| (Chorus) |
| They wanna be just like me, look just like me, dress just like me |
| And act just like me, wanna sound just like me |
| And rap just like me, get bitches like me, but can’t chill like me (x4) |