Trackmasters - That Ain't Gangsta lyrics

[Produced by Trackmasters] [Verse 1] How you gonna take this? like a man or a b**h? You gon' get it on n***a or you gon' snitch? I represent n***as in the hood gettin' rich Man, I stack chips and I unload clips After 3 summers in the jail I thought life was hard Some n***as started fightin', some n***as found God You know me, started sellin' leak in the yard Yo, I ran into n***as who used to have Hummers Big as hell in the joint wearin' '86 numbers Damm dog, you been in here that long? You could think that, but say that and yo' a** is dead wrong A convo is only three words, "yo what up" You ain't gotta work out to leave this b**h cut up Let a n***a find out you on some goin' home sh** And you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, sh** Some n***as beat cases on the strength of they cream After witnesses disappear on the strength of they team I'm hard as hell to get along wit' so it never fails A n***a I got beef with end up in the same jail He had a L rolled in bible paper - blowin' the lah I sent him a little kite just to be blowin' his high And when I shot you in New York why would I box you now? If I catch you going to sick call I'm'a ox you down n***as you think is real really can't hold they own I'll have 'em on some E.T. sh** tryin' to phone home In here a gemstar is like a nine milli chrome It's similar, in fact they'll both split ya dome Scars are souvenirs, n***as always take 'em home [Hook] You got blown over the jack? (that ain't gangsta) Your man ran when you got clapped? (that ain't gangsta) Rockin' a vest with no gat? (that ain't gangsta) You only a thug when you rap? (that ain't gangsta) n***as juxed you for your track? (that ain't gangsta) You ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain't gangsta) n***as ran off with your packs? (that ain't gangsta) If you ain't bustin' ya gat (that ain't gangsta) [Verse 2] You'd call me Animal if you seen me livin' on lock I stay in a box so much it seems like I'm visitin' pop-ulation When I walk by, n***as like "Fifty don't play son" "yeah, somethin' really wrong with that n***a..." Max out, I'm goin' straight for the Glock Bust a u-turn, I'm goin' straight to the block The things that'll happen if n***as say I can't eat Down goes the window....out goes the heat I'll make the whole block look like a f**in' track meet Some get it in the leg, some get it in the back Some get it in the foot, bleed all over their Air Max n***a pump my packs or pay poor tax It's extortion, it happens in the hood often Claim more lives than choices, free abortions Rich Nice says I got a problem with the dice Cause I put the title to the Benz on the line twice I rock sh** cause I stay on that block sh** That 9mm Ruger to your knot sh** See the difference is I'm real and you not, kid I still stash crack money in my sock, sh** Ya'll n***as wanna pop sh**? I pop clips Leave with your blood on my mink in the drop six Guiliani and Pataki can't stop this Since '86 my whole clique pop Criss [Hook] [Outro] 5-5-1 BRRRAAAT BRRRAAAT 1-3-4 BRRRAAAT BRRRAAAT What the f** you know about that?