Jay-z - You Ain't No Gangsta lyrics

[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? [Hook] [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 [Hook]