- 50 Cent You Ain't No Gangsta 歌詞
- 50 Cent
- Look If you aint worth a mil, you aint far from broke
Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope
I wouldnt snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me
Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley
I wouldnt rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch
Wouldnt write about crack if I aint had no spot
You talk six coupe shit you only pushing a trey
Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K
For cats like you, crime dont pay
You just linger in the hood, them niggaz blow you away
You the type to get paper when Im locked up, get yo jewels rocked up
Then have to tuck em in when I pop up
Niggaz in the hood sayin 50s Grimy
Cause they hit me wit Kosami and now they cant find me
If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip
And I can cop anotha one afta each assist
[Chorus] x 2
You aint no gangsta
Youse a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You aint a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We dont trust ya
[50 Cent]
You owe a nigga? You dont wanna pay him?
Kill him, thats what they said ta ta disapper him
Yall aint got to believe me
When Im done with this rhyme if theres time Ill hit a flick
Wit Mariella this connect bitch, Peruvian chick
She aint hot but eevrytime I fuck the coke right drops
When its time to get it on (what)
I pull over the thong (uh huh)
Fuck till I nut then get up, Im gone (yeah)
Usualy hit it watchin tele way out in L.A.
I like it when she say Papi I feel it in my Belly
Call up all my niggaz in New York on the celly
First thing Im sayin is Nigga what da deally
Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle
Yall niggaz want war, clap clap, Oh really?
I watch niggaz slang packs in front of the deli
Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my perili
Lorenzo on the Benzo nigga you feel me?
[Chorus] x 2
You aint no gangsta
Youse a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You aint a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We dont trust ya
[50 Cent]
Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof
Hoe whip, bulet proof, yopu aint fuckin wit me, duke
Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a week mad hard to catch him on the weekday
Niggaz backed up, slugs to the gut, thatll bet him up
Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital wil slim him up
Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent dont care
I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square
Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it
I spit it cause I did it and I mean it
Man, I dont like none of yall
Fuck around Ill run in yall pop one in yall
Had the whole hood talkin bout what I done to yall
Listen I dont give a fuck if you blood or cuz
I got love for thugs niggaz firing slugs
Stage rapping ass niggaz aint sold no drugs
Gotta show mesome love cause my sins are bluffed
[Chorus] x 2
You aint no gangsta
Youse a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You aint a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We dont trust ya
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