You Aint No Gangsta lyrics Lyrics

Song Lyrics You Ain t No Gangsta lyrics [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 Song Lyrics