You Ain't No Gangsta

[Verse 1] Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke Got enough heart to sell weed but you scared of dope I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds bribed me Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch Wouldn't write about crack if I ain't had no spot You talk six coupe's, 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 niggas 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 Niggas in the hood sayin "50's Grimy" Cause they hit me with consignment and now they can't find me If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip And I can cop another one after each assist [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] You owe a nigga? You don't wanna pay him? Kill him, that's what they said Ta Ta did to Peewee 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 everytime I fuck, the coke price 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 niggas 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 niggas want war, clap clap, Oh really? I watch niggas sling packs in front of the Deli Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my Pirelli's Lorenzo on the Benzo, nigga you feel me? [Hook] [Verse 3] Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof Ho whip, bulet proof, you ain't fuckin wit me, duke Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay Cop on a weekend, hard to catch em on a weekday Niggas backed up, slugs to the gut, that'll bet him up Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital will 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 niggas firing slugs Stage rapping ass niggas ain't sold no drugs Gotta show me some love cause my shit is unplugged [Hook]