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lirik lagu that ain’t gangsta – fifty cent

[verse 1:]
how you gonna take this? like a man or a b-tch?
you gon’ get it on n-gg- or you gon’ snitch?
i represent n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s started fightin’, some n-gg-s found god
you know me, started sellin’ leek in the yard
yo, i ran into n-gg-s 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 whattup”
you ain’t gotta work out to leave this b-tch cut up
let a n-gg- find out you on some goin’ home sh-t
and you tryin’ to bounce without payin’ a loan, sh-t
some n-gg-s beat cases on the strength of they cream
after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team
i’m hard as h-ll to get along wit’ so it never fails
a n-gg- 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 i’m’a ox you down
n-gg-s 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 milly chrome
it’s similar, infact they’ll both split ya dome
scars are souvenirs, n-gg-s always take ’em home.

[chorus]
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-gg-s jooked you for your track? (that ain’t gangsta)
you ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain’t gangsta)
n-gg-s 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 an animal if you seen me livin’ on lock
i stay in a box cats be shook when i’m visitin’ pop-ulation
when i walk by, n-gg-s like “fifty don’t play son”
“yeah, somethin’ really wrong with that n-gg-…”
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-gg-s say i can’t eat
down goes the window….out goes the heat
i’ll make the whole block look like a f-ckin’ trackmeet
some get it in the leg, some get it in the back
some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax
n-gg- 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-gg-s 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.

[chorus]
5-5-1 blllaaap blllaaap!!
1-3-4 blllaaap blllaaap!!
what the f-ck you know about that?

- fifty cent

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