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