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That gangsta shit (yeah)
You know what that is, right? (Yo)
That's that gangsta shit
That gangsta shit
We gon' lay this shit one time and that's it, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's that gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit (50 Cent, Trackmasters)
That gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit (black gangsta shit)
That gangsta sh-
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 Rollies 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 CLK
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 your jewels rocked up
Then have to tuck 'em in when I pop up
Niggas in the hood sayin' "50 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 your whip
And I can cop another one after each assist
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 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 did to Peewee
Y'all ain't got to believe me
When I'm done with this rhyme, if there's time I'll hit a flick
With Mariella, this connect bitch, Peruvian chick
She ain't hot but every time I fuck, the coke price drops
When it's time to get it on (what?)
I pull over the thong (uh-huh)
Fuck 'til I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah)
Usually hit it in a telly way out in L.A.
I like it when she say "Papi, I feel it in my belly"
Polly with 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?
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 wI don't trust ya
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
Six SL, glass roof, double spray, hundred proof
Whole whip bulletproof, you ain't fuckin' with me, duke
Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a weekend, hard to catch him on a weekday
Niggas act up, slug to the gut, that'll bet him up
Gettin' fed through his arm in a hospital will slim him up
Get it through yo head, 50 Cent don't care
I cock triggers, light the block up, 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
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 I don't trust ya
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
'99 shit
Big EMD, Southside
50 Cent, uh
(Yeah, no doubt, 50, take 'em back to the blocks, baby)
(Take it back to the blocks, boy)
You know what that is, right? (Yo)
That's that gangsta shit
That gangsta shit
We gon' lay this shit one time and that's it, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's that gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit (50 Cent, Trackmasters)
That gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit (black gangsta shit)
That gangsta sh-
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 Rollies 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 CLK
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 your jewels rocked up
Then have to tuck 'em in when I pop up
Niggas in the hood sayin' "50 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 your whip
And I can cop another one after each assist
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 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 did to Peewee
Y'all ain't got to believe me
When I'm done with this rhyme, if there's time I'll hit a flick
With Mariella, this connect bitch, Peruvian chick
She ain't hot but every time I fuck, the coke price drops
When it's time to get it on (what?)
I pull over the thong (uh-huh)
Fuck 'til I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah)
Usually hit it in a telly way out in L.A.
I like it when she say "Papi, I feel it in my belly"
Polly with 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?
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 wI don't trust ya
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
Six SL, glass roof, double spray, hundred proof
Whole whip bulletproof, you ain't fuckin' with me, duke
Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a weekend, hard to catch him on a weekday
Niggas act up, slug to the gut, that'll bet him up
Gettin' fed through his arm in a hospital will slim him up
Get it through yo head, 50 Cent don't care
I cock triggers, light the block up, 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
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 I don't trust ya
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
'99 shit
Big EMD, Southside
50 Cent, uh
(Yeah, no doubt, 50, take 'em back to the blocks, baby)
(Take it back to the blocks, boy)
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being owned by suits ain't gansta either