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50 cent - that ain't gangsta lyrics

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[verse 1]
how you gonna take this? like a man or a b-tch?
you gon’ get it on n-gga or you gon’ snitch?
i represent n-ggas in the hood gettin’ rich
man, i stack chips and i unload clips
after 3 summers in the jail i thought life was hard
some n-ggas started fightin’, some n-ggas found god
you know me, started sellin’ leak in the yard
yo, i ran into n-ggas who used to have hummers
big as h-ll in the joint wearin’ ’86 numbers
damm dog, you been in here that long?
you could think that, but say that and yo’ -ss is dead wrong
a convo is only three words, “yo what up”
you ain’t gotta work out to leave this b-tch cut up
let a n-gga find out you on some goin’ home sh-t
and you tryin’ to bounce without payin’ a loan, sh-t
some n-ggas beat cases on the strength of they cream
after witnesses disappear on the strength of they team
i’m hard as h-ll to get along wit’ so it never fails
a n-gga i got beef with end up in the same jail
he had a l rolled in bible paper – blowin’ the lah
i sent him a little kite just to be blowin’ his high
and when i shot you in new york why would i box you now?
if i catch you going to sick call i’m’a ox you down
n-ggas you think is real really can’t hold they own
i’ll have ’em on some e.t. sh-t tryin’ to phone home
in here a gemstar is like a nine milli chrome
it’s similar, in fact they’ll both split ya dome
scars are souvenirs, n-ggas always take ’em home

[hook]
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)
n-ggas juxed you for your track? (that ain’t gangsta)
you ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain’t gangsta)
n-ggas 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 animal if you seen me livin’ on lock
i stay in a box so much it seems like i’m visitin’ pop-ulation
when i walk by, n-ggas like “fifty don’t play son”
“yeah, somethin’ really wrong with that n-gga…”
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 n-ggas say i can’t eat
down goes the window….out goes the heat
i’ll make the whole block look like a f-ckin’ track meet
some get it in the leg, some get it in the back
some get it in the foot, bleed all over their air max
n-gga 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 t-tle to the benz on the line twice
i rock sh-t cause i stay on that block sh-t
that 9mm ruger to your knot sh-t
see the difference is i’m real and you not, kid
i still stash crack money in my sock, sh-t
ya’ll n-ggas wanna pop sh-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

[hook]

[outro]
5-5-1 brrraaat brrraaat
1-3-4 brrraaat brrraaat
what the f-ck you know about that?

- 50 cent lyrics

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