Song | That Ain't Gangsta |
Artist | 50 Cent |
Album | Power Of The Dollar |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Verse 1: | |
How you gonna take this? like a Man or a ******? | |
you gon' get it on ****** or you gon' snitch? | |
I represent ******s in the hood gettin' rich | |
man, I stack chips and I unload clips | |
after 3 Summers in the joint I thought life was hard | |
some ******s started fightin', some ******s found God | |
you know me, started sellin' leek in the yard | |
yo, I ran into ******s 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' ass is dead wrong | |
a convo is only three words, 'yo whattup' | |
you ain't gotta work out to leave this ****** cut up | |
let a ****** find out you on some goin' home ******t | |
and you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, ******t | |
some ******s beat cases on the strength of they cream | |
after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team | |
I'm hard as Hell to get along wit' so it never fails | |
a ****** I got beef with end up in the same jail | |
he had a L rolled in bible paper blowin' the lye | |
I sent him a little kite just to be blowin' his high | |
and when I shot you in NewYork why would I box you now? | |
If I catch you in the yard I'm'a ox you down | |
******s you think is real really can't hold they own | |
I'll have 'em on some E.T. ******t tryin' to phone home | |
in here a gemstar is like a Nine Milly chrome | |
it's similar, infact they'll both split ya dome | |
scars are souvenirs, ******s always take 'em home. | |
Chorus - | |
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) | |
******s jooked you for your track? (that ain't gangsta) | |
you ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain't gangsta) | |
******s 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 an Animal if you seen me livin' on lock | |
I stay in a box cats be shook when I'm visitin' pop-ulation | |
when I walk by, ******s like 'Fifty don't play Son' | |
'yeah, somethin' really wrong with that ******...' | |
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 ******s say I can't eat | |
down goes the window....out goes the heat | |
I'll make the whole block look like a ******' trackmeet | |
some get it in the leg, some get it in the back | |
some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax | |
****** 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 ******t 'cause I stay on that block ******t | |
that 9mm Ruger to your knot ******t | |
see the difference is I'm real and you not, kid | |
I still stash crack money in my sock, ******t | |
ya'll ******s wanna pop ******t? 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. | |
Chorus | |
5-5-1 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!! | |
1-3-4 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!! | |
What the ****** you know about that? |
Verse 1: | |
How you gonna take this? like a Man or a ? | |
you gon' get it on or you gon' snitch? | |
I represent s in the hood gettin' rich | |
man, I stack chips and I unload clips | |
after 3 Summers in the joint I thought life was hard | |
some s started fightin', some s found God | |
you know me, started sellin' leek in the yard | |
yo, I ran into s 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' ass is dead wrong | |
a convo is only three words, ' yo whattup' | |
you ain' t gotta work out to leave this cut up | |
let a find out you on some goin' home t | |
and you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, t | |
some s beat cases on the strength of they cream | |
after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team | |
I' m hard as Hell to get along wit' so it never fails | |
a I got beef with end up in the same jail | |
he had a L rolled in bible paper blowin' the lye | |
I sent him a little kite just to be blowin' his high | |
and when I shot you in NewYork why would I box you now? | |
If I catch you in the yard I' m' a ox you down | |
s you think is real really can' t hold they own | |
I' ll have ' em on some E. T. t tryin' to phone home | |
in here a gemstar is like a Nine Milly chrome | |
it' s similar, infact they' ll both split ya dome | |
scars are souvenirs, s always take ' em home. | |
Chorus | |
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 | |
s jooked you for your track? that ain' t gangsta | |
you ran to other thugs to get it back? that ain' t gangsta | |
s 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 an Animal if you seen me livin' on lock | |
I stay in a box cats be shook when I' m visitin' population | |
when I walk by, s like ' Fifty don' t play Son' | |
' yeah, somethin' really wrong with that ...' | |
max out, I' m goin' straight for the glock | |
bust a uturn, I' m goin' straight to the block | |
the things that' ll happen if s say I can' t eat | |
down goes the window.... out goes the heat | |
I' ll make the whole block look like a ' trackmeet | |
some get it in the leg, some get it in the back | |
some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax | |
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 t ' cause I stay on that block t | |
that 9mm Ruger to your knot t | |
see the difference is I' m real and you not, kid | |
I still stash crack money in my sock, t | |
ya' ll s wanna pop t? 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. | |
Chorus | |
551 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!! | |
134 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!! | |
What the you know about that? |
Verse 1: | |
How you gonna take this? like a Man or a ? | |
you gon' get it on or you gon' snitch? | |
I represent s in the hood gettin' rich | |
man, I stack chips and I unload clips | |
after 3 Summers in the joint I thought life was hard | |
some s started fightin', some s found God | |
you know me, started sellin' leek in the yard | |
yo, I ran into s 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' ass is dead wrong | |
a convo is only three words, ' yo whattup' | |
you ain' t gotta work out to leave this cut up | |
let a find out you on some goin' home t | |
and you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, t | |
some s beat cases on the strength of they cream | |
after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team | |
I' m hard as Hell to get along wit' so it never fails | |
a I got beef with end up in the same jail | |
he had a L rolled in bible paper blowin' the lye | |
I sent him a little kite just to be blowin' his high | |
and when I shot you in NewYork why would I box you now? | |
If I catch you in the yard I' m' a ox you down | |
s you think is real really can' t hold they own | |
I' ll have ' em on some E. T. t tryin' to phone home | |
in here a gemstar is like a Nine Milly chrome | |
it' s similar, infact they' ll both split ya dome | |
scars are souvenirs, s always take ' em home. | |
Chorus | |
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 | |
s jooked you for your track? that ain' t gangsta | |
you ran to other thugs to get it back? that ain' t gangsta | |
s 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 an Animal if you seen me livin' on lock | |
I stay in a box cats be shook when I' m visitin' population | |
when I walk by, s like ' Fifty don' t play Son' | |
' yeah, somethin' really wrong with that ...' | |
max out, I' m goin' straight for the glock | |
bust a uturn, I' m goin' straight to the block | |
the things that' ll happen if s say I can' t eat | |
down goes the window.... out goes the heat | |
I' ll make the whole block look like a ' trackmeet | |
some get it in the leg, some get it in the back | |
some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax | |
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 t ' cause I stay on that block t | |
that 9mm Ruger to your knot t | |
see the difference is I' m real and you not, kid | |
I still stash crack money in my sock, t | |
ya' ll s wanna pop t? 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. | |
Chorus | |
551 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!! | |
134 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!! | |
What the you know about that? |