[Verse 1]
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 a** would hit more notes than Ron Isley
I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch
Wouldn't write about crack if I ain't had no spot
You talk six coupe's, 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***as 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***as in the hood sayin "50's 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 yo whip
And I can cop another one after each a**ist
[Hook]
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
[Verse 2]
You owe a n***a? You don't wanna pay him?
k** 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 theres time I'll hit a flick
Wit Mariella, this connect b**h, Peruvian chick
She ain't hot but everytime I f**, the coke price 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***as 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***as want war, clap clap, Oh really?
I watch n***as sling packs in front of the Deli
Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my Pirelli's
Lorenzo on the Benzo, n***a you feel me?
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[Verse 3]
Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof
Ho whip, bulet proof, you ain't f**in wit me, duke
Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a weekend, hard to catch em on a weekday
n***as backed up, slugs to the gut, that'll bet him up
Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital will 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***as firing slugs
Stage rapping a** n***as ain't sold no d**
Gotta show me some love cause my sh** is unplugged
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