D12 - You're Not Gangsta lyrics

[Hook: King Gordy] I say he always talking that Gangster sh** Well tell me just how much dirt have you done? Well if you ask me, frankly I think you a b**h Never sold no dope, never shotted my gun You're not a G please, you're not a G see, there ain't a gangster bone in his body no! You're not a G please, you're not a G see, this poor guy wouldn't hurt nobody no! You're not a G! [Verse 1: Bizarre] Barking at the video, looking all tough Wild a** background, hood looking rough (Yeah) n***a you ain't a G, softer than Anne Marie f** boys, wouldn't even harm a flea This n***a ain't no fool, went to Catholic school Five bedrooms, large swimming pool This n******gs a clown, he ain't carrying no pound Only dirt he did when he played in the playground He claiming 7 mile But that ain't his hood He from 18 in Gratchet Off in the woods Beef, he's the first n***a to say something When its time to scrap, he's the first n***a running Pour that burner, snipe like Wesley n******gs start fighting and this n***a left me "Where da f** you at, man? Man what? You ain't see me getting rushed? No man, I was smoking a square You ain't see me getting rushed Where they at? Man!" [Hook: King Gordy] [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] You're fake and forging it Hanging with impostors Your fathers a pastor He graduated from Harvard There's not a hustle in you Standing in the line for a couple hours at the venue Cause ain't nobody tryin' let your broke a** in And you're street cred is horrible We be shootin' dice while you're partner shootin' marbles When the car pull up you look at them like 'what the f**?' With enough sh** in your pants to hide them little nuts You wearing wife beaters But ain't never beat your wife, guy She's too busy tying up that t-shirt in a not (ha) The only thing you ever saw you stole it from your pops And never lift a shop cuz you're stupid-a** to not put the bullets In it and left the house gotta snatch about the blouse How do you lit a Glock with no slugs get inside your mouth? That's the sh** I'm talking 'bout A straight snitch, a b**h with black leather on your birth certificate [Hook: King Gordy] [Verse 3: Kuniva] First name is "Spender", middle name is "About To" Last name is "Almost" its easy to spot you Cuz is always speaking on 'what he was spend to do' He was about to f** somebody up, and almost did it to The last one to swing but the first to book out (I'm Out!) The n***as get dirt he always wanna be look out Running with the real ones, getting in the beef But when sh** goes down he ain't nowhere in the streets Walk with me quick The loudest of the bunch, talking reckless Acting tough, starting sh** because in deep you know a n***a like that Please stay away cuz is most likely he gonna get your a** shot one day {Blaow!} [Hook: King Gordy]