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 grabbed me. Yo ass 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 shit you only pushing a trey. Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K. For cats like you crime don't pay. You just linger in the hood them niggaz 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. Niggaz 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 motherfucker. You ain't a gangsta. I should cut ya cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause. We don't trust ya. [50 Cent]. You owe a nigga? You don't wanna pay him?. Kill him that's what they said ta ta disapper him. 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 bitch Peruvian chick. She ain't hot but eevrytime I fuck the coke right drops. When it's time to get it on (what). I pull over the thong (uh huh). Fuck 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 niggaz in New York on the celly. First thing I'm sayin is "Nigga what da deally". Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle. Y'all niggaz want war clap clap Oh really?. I watch niggaz slang packs in front of the deli. Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my perili. Lorenzo on the Benzo nigga you feel me?. [Chorus] x 2. You ain't no gangsta. You'se a busta a customer a sucker. You fake fraudulent motherfucker. You ain't a gangsta. I should cut ya cock 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 fuckin wit me duke. Bricks from Filipe 19 five what we pay. Cop on a week mad hard to catch him on the weekday. Niggaz 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 cock triggers light the blockup iller than times square. Real shit 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. Fuck 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 fuck if you blood or cuz. I got love for thugs niggaz firing slugs. Stage rapping ass niggaz 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 motherfucker. You ain't a gangsta. I should cut ya cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause