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Published : April 02, 2008 |
Author : 50_Cents
Song Lyrics By : 50 Cents Lyrics | Total Views
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50 CENT LYRICS
"You Ain't No
Gangsta"
[50 Cent]
Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't
far from broke
Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope
I
wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me
Yo ass would hit more
notes than Ron Isley
I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no
watch
Wouldnt write about crack if I ain't 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 don't pay
You just linger in the hood, them
niggaz blow you away
You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo
jewels rocked up
Then have to tuck em in when I pop up
Niggaz in the hood
sayin "50's Grimy"
Cause they hit me wit Kosami and now they can't 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 x2]
You ain't no gangsta
You'se
a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You ain't a
gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We
don't trust ya
[50 Cent]
You owe a nigga? You don't wanna pay
him?
Kill him, that's what they said ta ta disapper him
Y'all ain't got to
believe me
When I'm done with this rhyme if theres time I'll hit a
flick
Wit Mariella this connect bitch, Peruvian chick
She ain't hot but
eevrytime I fuck the coke right drops
When it's time to get it on (what)
I
pull over the thong (uh huh)
Fuck till I nut then get up, I'm 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 I'm sayin is "Nigga what da deally"
Pack a trey pound up
under my Pelle Pelle
Y'all 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
x2]
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You
fake fraudulent motherfucker
You ain't a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock
back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don't trust ya
[50
Cent]
Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof
Hoe whip,
bulet proof, yopu ain't 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, that'll bet him up
Gettin fed thru his arm in a
hospital wil slim him up
Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't 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 don't like
none of y'all
Fuck around I'll run in y'all pop one in y'all
Had the whole
hood talkin bout what I done to y'all
Listen I don't give a fuck if you blood
or cuz
I got love for thugs niggaz firing slugs
Stage rapping ass niggaz
ain't sold no drugs
Gotta show me some love cause my sins are
bluffed
[Chorus x2]
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a
customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You ain't a
gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We
don't trust ya
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