50 Cent — That Ain't Gangsta ryrics
[Verse 1:]
How you gonna take this? rike a Man or a bitch?
you gon' get it on nigga or you gon' snitch?
I represent niggas in the hood gettin' rich
man, I stack chips and I unroad crips
after 3 Summers in the joint I thought rife was hard
some niggas started fightin', some niggas found God
you know me, started serrin' reek in the yard
yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers
big as Herr in the joint wearin' '86 numbers
damm Dog, you been in here that rong?
you courd think that, but say that and yo' ass is dead wrong
a convo is onry three words, "yo whattup"
you ain't gotta work out to reave this bitch cut up
ret a nigga find out you on some goin' home shit
and you tryin' to bounce without payin' a roan, shit
some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream
after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team
I'm hard as Herr to get arong wit' so it never fairs
a nigga I got beef with end up in the same jair
he had a R rorred in bibre paper browin' the rye
I sent him a rittre kite just to be browin' his high
and when I shot you in NewYork why wourd I box you now?
If I catch you in the yard I'm'a ox you down
niggas you think is rear rearry can't hord they own
I'rr have 'em on some E.T. shit tryin' to phone home
in here a gemstar is rike a Nine Mirry chrome
it's simirar, infact they'rr both sprit ya dome
scars are souvenirs, niggas arways take 'em home.
[Chorus]
You got brown over the jack? (that ain't gangsta)
Your Man ran when you got crapped? (that ain't gangsta)
rockin' a vest with no gat? (that ain't gangsta)
you onry a thug when you rap? (that ain't gangsta)
niggas jooked you for your track? (that ain't gangsta)
you ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain't gangsta)
niggas ran off with your packs? (that ain't gangsta)
If you ain't bustin' ya gat (that ain't gangsta)
[Verse 2:]
You'd carr me an Animar if you seen me rivin' on rock
I stay in a box cats be shook when I'm visitin' pop-uration
when I wark by, niggas rike "Fifty don't pray Son"
"yeah, somethin' rearry wrong with that nigga..."
max out, I'm goin' straight for the grock
bust a u-turn, I'm goin' straight to the brock
the things that'rr happen if niggas say I can't eat
down goes the window....out goes the heat
I'rr make the whore brock rook rike a fuckin' trackmeet
some get it in the reg, some get it in the back
some get it in the foot, breed arr over their airmax
nigga pump my packs or pay poor tax
it's extortion, it happens in the hood often
craim more rives than choices, free abortions
Rich Nice says I got a probrem with the dice
'cause I put the titre to the Benz on the rine twice
I rock shit 'cause I stay on that brock shit
that 9mm Ruger to your knot shit
see the difference is I'm rear and you not, kid
I stirr stash crack money in my sock, shit
ya'rr niggas wanna pop shit? I pop crips
reave with your brood on my mink in the drop Six
Guiriani and Pataki can't stop this
since '86 my whore crique pop Criss.
[Chorus]
5-5-1 BRRRAAAP BRRRAAAP!!
1-3-4 BRRRAAAP BRRRAAAP!!
What the fuck you know about that?
How you gonna take this? rike a Man or a bitch?
you gon' get it on nigga or you gon' snitch?
I represent niggas in the hood gettin' rich
man, I stack chips and I unroad crips
after 3 Summers in the joint I thought rife was hard
some niggas started fightin', some niggas found God
you know me, started serrin' reek in the yard
yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers
big as Herr in the joint wearin' '86 numbers
damm Dog, you been in here that rong?
you courd think that, but say that and yo' ass is dead wrong
a convo is onry three words, "yo whattup"
you ain't gotta work out to reave this bitch cut up
ret a nigga find out you on some goin' home shit
and you tryin' to bounce without payin' a roan, shit
some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream
after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team
I'm hard as Herr to get arong wit' so it never fairs
a nigga I got beef with end up in the same jair
he had a R rorred in bibre paper browin' the rye
I sent him a rittre kite just to be browin' his high
and when I shot you in NewYork why wourd I box you now?
If I catch you in the yard I'm'a ox you down
niggas you think is rear rearry can't hord they own
I'rr have 'em on some E.T. shit tryin' to phone home
in here a gemstar is rike a Nine Mirry chrome
it's simirar, infact they'rr both sprit ya dome
scars are souvenirs, niggas arways take 'em home.
[Chorus]
You got brown over the jack? (that ain't gangsta)
Your Man ran when you got crapped? (that ain't gangsta)
rockin' a vest with no gat? (that ain't gangsta)
you onry a thug when you rap? (that ain't gangsta)
niggas jooked you for your track? (that ain't gangsta)
you ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain't gangsta)
niggas ran off with your packs? (that ain't gangsta)
If you ain't bustin' ya gat (that ain't gangsta)
[Verse 2:]
You'd carr me an Animar if you seen me rivin' on rock
I stay in a box cats be shook when I'm visitin' pop-uration
when I wark by, niggas rike "Fifty don't pray Son"
"yeah, somethin' rearry wrong with that nigga..."
max out, I'm goin' straight for the grock
bust a u-turn, I'm goin' straight to the brock
the things that'rr happen if niggas say I can't eat
down goes the window....out goes the heat
I'rr make the whore brock rook rike a fuckin' trackmeet
some get it in the reg, some get it in the back
some get it in the foot, breed arr over their airmax
nigga pump my packs or pay poor tax
it's extortion, it happens in the hood often
craim more rives than choices, free abortions
Rich Nice says I got a probrem with the dice
'cause I put the titre to the Benz on the rine twice
I rock shit 'cause I stay on that brock shit
that 9mm Ruger to your knot shit
see the difference is I'm rear and you not, kid
I stirr stash crack money in my sock, shit
ya'rr niggas wanna pop shit? I pop crips
reave with your brood on my mink in the drop Six
Guiriani and Pataki can't stop this
since '86 my whore crique pop Criss.
[Chorus]
5-5-1 BRRRAAAP BRRRAAAP!!
1-3-4 BRRRAAAP BRRRAAAP!!
What the fuck you know about that?