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50 cent - you ain't no gangsta كلمات الأغنية

[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 -ss 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-t you only pushing a trey
got b-tches shutting you down in the c.l.k
for cats like you, crime don’t pay
you just linger in the hood, then n-ggas 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
n-ggas 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 -ssist

[hook]
you ain’t no gangsta
you’se a busta, a customer, a sucker
you fake fraudulent motherf-cker
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

[verse 2]
you owe a n-gga? you don’t wanna pay him?
k!ll 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 fl!ck
wit mariella, this connect b-tch, peruvian chick
she ain’t hot but everytime i f-ck, the c0ke price drops
when it’s time to get it on (what)
i pull over the thong (uh huh)
f-ck 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-ggas in new york on the celly
first thing i’m sayin is “n-gga what da deally”
pack a trey pound up under my pelle pelle
y’all n-ggas want war, clap clap, oh really?
i watch n-ggas sling packs in front of the deli
got 20 inch chrome sittin on my pirelli’s
lorenzo on the benzo, n-gga you feel me?

[hook]

[verse 3]
fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof
ho whip, bulet proof, you ain’t f-ckin wit me, duke
bricks from filipe, 19 five, what we pay
cop on a weekend, hard to catch em on a weekday
n-ggas 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 c-ck triggers light the blockup, iller than times square
real sh-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
f-ck 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-ck if you blood or cuz
i got love for thugs n-ggas firing slugs
stage rapping -ss n-ggas ain’t sold no drugs
gotta show me some love cause my sh-t is unplugged

[hook]

- 50 cent

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