[Intro: Phish] x2 What's the difference between me and you

Back when Cube was rolling with Lorenzo in a Benzo I was bangin' with a gang of instrumentals Got the pens and pencils Got down to business; but sometimes The business end of this shit can turn your friends against you But you was a real nigga I could sense it in you I still remember the window of the car that you went through That's fucked up, but I'll never forget the shit we been through And I'ma do whatever it takes to convince you Cause you my nigga Doc, and Eazy I'm still wit'chu Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you And that's just being real wit'chu You see the truth is Everybody wanna know how close me and Snoop is And who I'm still cool with Then I got these crab-ass niggas I first drew with Claimin' that they non-violent, talkin' like they Ruthless Spit venom in interviews, speaking on reunions Move units, then talk shit and we can do this Until then - I ain't even speaking your name Just keep my name outta yo' mouth and we can keep it the same, nigga It ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em That's the difference

[Hook: Phish] x2 What's the difference between me and you You talk a good one But you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to living big dog style and straight coasting

The difference is: I don't care Can't you tell it by my rigid stare? I'm legendary, get you open like a Frigidaire More despair, your style's dead as Fred Astaire You need medicare, security blanket and a fucking teddy bear Awh yeah, awh yeah Is your expression when you eyewitness a session Vocal pitch making impressions like Jerry Butler Stupid fucker, I will cut ya Doing a sucka's such a tragedy, I'll run you raggedy like Ann You'll kick the pink can like a faggoty man New styles, I usually keep clandestine Like files of semen found in J. Edgar Hoover's intestines No question But keep that on the low low, Falana slow mo When puffing marijuana couldn't get the time of day Now I'm fucking nigga's Mommas Drama's still part of my dietary Hit hard like Singletary Kill your daughter, bust her cherry

Aight, hold up hold up Stop the beat a minute I got somethin' to say Dre, I wanna tell you this shit right now while this fucking weed is in me (What the fuck?) I don't know if I ever told you this, but I love you dog I got your motherfucking back (right) just know this shit

Slim, I don't know if you noticed it But I've had your back from day one nigga Let's blow this bitch

I mean it dog, you ever need somebody offed - whose throat is it?

Well if you ever kill that Kim bitch I'll show you where the ocean is

Well that's cool, and I appreciate the offer But if I do decide to really murder my daughter's momma I'ma sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her And cruise around with her for seven hours through California And have her wavin at people (hi) Then drop her off on the corner At the police station and drive off honkin' the horn for her Raw dawg, get your arm gnawed off Drop the sawed off and beat you with the piece it was sawed off of Fuck blood, I wanna see some lungs coughed up Get shot up in the hot tub 'til the bubbles pop up And they nose and cough snot up Mucus in hot water That's for trying to talk like The Chronic was lost product That's for even thinking of having them thoughts thought up You better show some respect whenever the Doc's brought up So what's the difference between us We can start at the penis Or we can scream "I Just Don't Give a Fuck," and see who means it