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50 Cent
Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke
Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope
I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds bribed me
Yo as* would hit more notes than Ron Isley
I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch
Wouldnt write about crack if I ain't had no spot
You talk six coupe s**t you only pushing a trey
Got girls shutting you down in the C.L.K
For cats like you, crime don't pay
You just linger in the hood, them blow you away
You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo jewels rocked up
Then have to tuck em in when I pop up
in the hood sayin "50's Grimy"
Cause they hit me wit Kosami and now they can't find me
If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip
And I can cop anotha one afta each assist
Chorus x 2
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfker
You ain't a gangsta
I should cut ya, c*ck back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don't trust ya
50 Cent
You owe a nigg*? You don't wanna pay him?
Kill him, that's what they said ta ta did to pee-wee
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*tch, Peruvian chick
She ain't hot but eevrytime I fk the coke right drops
When it's time to get it on (what)
I pull over the thong (uh huh)
fk 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 in New York on the celly
First thing I'm sayin is "nigg* what da deally"
Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle
Y'all want war, clap clap, Oh really?
I watch slang packs in front of the deli
Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my perili
Lorenzo on the Benzo nigg* you feel me?
Chorus x 2
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfker
You ain't a gangsta
I should cut ya, c*ck back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don't trust ya
50 Cent
Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof
Hoe whip, bulet proof, yopu ain't fkin wit me, duke
Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a week mad hard to catch him on the weekday
backed up, slugs to the gut, that'll bet him up
Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital wil slim him up
Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care
I c*ck triggers light the blockup, iller than times square
Real s**t, 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
fk 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 fk if you blood or cuz
I got love for thugs firing slugs
Fake rapping as* ain't sold no drugs
Gotta show me some love cause my sins are bluffed
Chorus x 2
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfker
You ain't a gangsta
I should cut ya, c*ck back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
