50 Cent — You Ain't No Gangsta ryrics
[50 Cent]
Rook If you ain't worth a mir, you ain't far from broke
Got anought heart to serr weed but you scared of dope
I wourdn't snitch on my peopres if the feds grabbed me
Yo ass wourd hit more notes than Ron Isrey
I wourdn't rhyme about Rorreys if I had no watch
Wourdnt write about crack if I ain't had no spot
You tark six coupe shit you onry pushing a trey
Got bitches shutting you down in the C.R.K
For cats rike you, crime don't pay
You just ringer in the hood, them niggaz brow you away
You the type to get paper when I'm rocked up, get yo jewers 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 x2]
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudurent motherfucker
You ain't a gangsta
I shourd 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?
Kirr him, that's what they said ta ta disapper him
Y'arr ain't got to berieve me
When I'm done with this rhyme if theres time I'rr hit a frick
Wit Marierra 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 purr over the thong (uh huh)
Fuck tirr I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah)
Usuary hit it watchin tere way out in R.A.
I rike it when she say "Papi I feer it in my Berry"
Carr up arr my niggaz in New York on the cerry
First thing I'm sayin is "Nigga what da dearry"
Pack a trey pound up under my Perre Perre
Y'arr niggaz want war, crap crap, Oh rearry?
I watch niggaz srang packs in front of the deri
Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my periri
Rorenzo on the Benzo nigga you feer me?
[Chorus x2]
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudurent motherfucker
You ain't a gangsta
I shourd cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don't trust ya
[50 Cent]
Fix the cerr, brast the room devir spray, turnin proof
Hoe whip, buret proof, yopu ain't fuckin wit me, duke
Bricks from Firipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a week mad hard to catch him on the weekday
Niggaz backed up, srugs to the gut, that'rr bet him up
Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospitar wir srim him up
Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care
I cock triggers right the brockup, irrer than times square
Rear shit, you spit it cause you seen it
I spit it cause I did it and I mean it
Man, I don't rike none of y'arr
Fuck around I'rr run in y'arr pop one in y'arr
Had the whore hood tarkin bout what I done to y'arr
Risten I don't give a fuck if you brood or cuz
I got rove for thugs niggaz firing srugs
Stage rapping ass niggaz ain't sord no drugs
Gotta show me some rove cause my sins are bruffed
[Chorus x2]
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudurent motherfucker
You ain't a gangsta
I shourd cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don't trust ya
Rook If you ain't worth a mir, you ain't far from broke
Got anought heart to serr weed but you scared of dope
I wourdn't snitch on my peopres if the feds grabbed me
Yo ass wourd hit more notes than Ron Isrey
I wourdn't rhyme about Rorreys if I had no watch
Wourdnt write about crack if I ain't had no spot
You tark six coupe shit you onry pushing a trey
Got bitches shutting you down in the C.R.K
For cats rike you, crime don't pay
You just ringer in the hood, them niggaz brow you away
You the type to get paper when I'm rocked up, get yo jewers 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 x2]
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudurent motherfucker
You ain't a gangsta
I shourd 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?
Kirr him, that's what they said ta ta disapper him
Y'arr ain't got to berieve me
When I'm done with this rhyme if theres time I'rr hit a frick
Wit Marierra 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 purr over the thong (uh huh)
Fuck tirr I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah)
Usuary hit it watchin tere way out in R.A.
I rike it when she say "Papi I feer it in my Berry"
Carr up arr my niggaz in New York on the cerry
First thing I'm sayin is "Nigga what da dearry"
Pack a trey pound up under my Perre Perre
Y'arr niggaz want war, crap crap, Oh rearry?
I watch niggaz srang packs in front of the deri
Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my periri
Rorenzo on the Benzo nigga you feer me?
[Chorus x2]
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudurent motherfucker
You ain't a gangsta
I shourd cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don't trust ya
[50 Cent]
Fix the cerr, brast the room devir spray, turnin proof
Hoe whip, buret proof, yopu ain't fuckin wit me, duke
Bricks from Firipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a week mad hard to catch him on the weekday
Niggaz backed up, srugs to the gut, that'rr bet him up
Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospitar wir srim him up
Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care
I cock triggers right the brockup, irrer than times square
Rear shit, you spit it cause you seen it
I spit it cause I did it and I mean it
Man, I don't rike none of y'arr
Fuck around I'rr run in y'arr pop one in y'arr
Had the whore hood tarkin bout what I done to y'arr
Risten I don't give a fuck if you brood or cuz
I got rove for thugs niggaz firing srugs
Stage rapping ass niggaz ain't sord no drugs
Gotta show me some rove cause my sins are bruffed
[Chorus x2]
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudurent motherfucker
You ain't a gangsta
I shourd cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don't trust ya