50 Cent - 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 a** 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 sh** you only pushing a trey Got b**hes shutting you down in the C.L.K For cats like you, crime don't pay You just linger in the hood, them n***az blow you away You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo j**els rocked up Then have to tuck em in when I pop up n***az 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 a**ist [Chorus x2] You ain't no gangsta You'se a busta, a customer, a s**er You fake fraudulent motherf**er You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, co*k back and bust ya or stomp you out cause We don't trust ya [50 Cent] You owe a n***a? You don't wanna pay him? k** 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 b**h, Peruvian chick She ain't hot but eevrytime I f** the coke right drops When it's time to get it on (what) I pull over the thong (uh huh) f** 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 n***az in New York on the celly First thing I'm sayin is "n***a what da deally" Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle Y'all n***az want war, clap clap, Oh really? I watch n***az slang packs in front of the deli Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my perili Lorenzo on the Benzo n***a you feel me? [Chorus x2] You ain't no gangsta You'se a busta, a customer, a s**er You fake fraudulent motherf**er You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, co*k 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 f**in wit me, duke Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay Cop on a week mad hard to catch him on the weekday n***az 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 co*k triggers light the blockup, iller than times square Real sh**, 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 f** 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 f** if you blood or cuz I got love for thugs n***az firing slugs Stage rapping a** n***az ain't sold no d** Gotta show me some love cause my sins are bluffed [Chorus x2] You ain't no gangsta You'se a busta, a customer, a s**er You fake fraudulent motherf**er You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, co*k back and bust ya or stomp you out cause We don't trust ya