You Aint No Gangsta 50 Cent текст и слова песни

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


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


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