That Ain’t Gangsta - 50 Cent

How you gonna take this like a Man or a b**ch
You gon get it on ni**a or you gon snitch
I represent niggas 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 niggas started fightin some niggas found God
You know me started sellin leek in the yard
Yo I ran into niggas 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 a** is dead wrong
A convo is only three words yo whattup
You aint gotta work out to leave this b**ch cut up
Let a ni**a find out you on some goin home sh*t
And you tryin to bounce without payin a loan sh*t
Some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream
After the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team
Im hard as Hell to get along wit so it never fails
A ni**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 Im a ox you down
Niggas you think is real really cant hold they own
Ill have em on some ET sh*t tryin to phone home
In here a gemstar is like a Nine Milly chrome
Its similar infact theyll both split ya dome
Scars are souvenirs niggas always take em home
You got blown over the jack That aint gangsta
Your Man ran when you got clapped That aint gangsta
Rockin a vest with no gat that aint gangsta
You only a thug when you rap that aint gangsta
Niggas jooked you for your track that aint gangsta
You ran to other thugs to get it back that aint gangsta
Niggas ran off with your packs that aint gangsta
If you aint bustin ya gat that aint gangsta
Youd call me an Animal if you seen me livin on lock
I stay in a box cats be shook when Im visitin population
When I walk by niggas like Fifty dont play Son
Yeah somethin really wrong with that ni**a
Max out Im goin straight for the glock
Bust a u-turn Im goin straight to the block
The things thatll happen if niggas say I cant eat
Down goes the window out goes the heat
Ill make the whole block look like a f**kin trackmeet
Some get it in the leg some get it in the back
Some get it in the foot bleed all over their airmax
Ni**a pump my packs or pay poor tax
Its 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 sh*t cause I stay on that block sh*t
That 9mm Ruger to your knot sh*t
See the difference is Im real and you not kid
I still stash crack money in my sock sh*t
Yall niggas wanna pop sh*t I pop clips
Leave with your blood on my mink in the drop Six
Guiliani and Pataki cant stop this
Since 86 my whole clique pop Criss
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What the f**k you know about that