Look if you ain’t worth a mil, you ain’t far from broke
Got enough heart to sell weed but you scared of dope
I wouldn’t snitch on my peoples if the feds bribed me
Yo #ss would hit more notes than Ron Isley
I wouldn’t rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch
Wouldn’t write about crack if I ain’t had no spot
You talk six coupe’s, sh#t you only pushing a trey
Got b#tches shutting you down in the C.L.K
For cats like you, crime don’t pay
You just linger in the hood, then n#gg#s blow you away
You the type to get paper when I’m locked up, get yo jewels rocked up
Then have to tuck em in when I pop up
n#gg#s in the hood saying “50’s Grimy”
‘Cause they hit me with consignment and now they can’t find me
If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip
And I can cop another one after each assist
You ain’t no gangsta
You’se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent m#th*rf#ck*r
You ain’t a gangsta
I should cut ya, c#ck back and bust ya or stomp you out
‘Cause we don’t trust ya
You owe a n#gg#? You don’t wanna pay him?
Kill him, that’s what they said Ta Ta did to Peewee
Y’all ain’t got to believe me
When I’m done with this rhyme if there’s time I’ll hit a flick
With Mariella, this connect b#tch, Peruvian chick
She ain’t hot but every time I f#ck, the coke price drops
When it’s time to get it on (what)
I pull over the thong (uh huh)
f#ck ’til I nut then get up, I’m gone (yeah)
Usually hit it watching tele way out in L.A
I like it when she say “Papi I feel it in my belly”
Call up all my n#gg#s in New York on the celly
First thing I’m saying is “n#gg# what da deally”
Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle
Y’all n#gg#s want war, clap clap, oh really?
I watch n#gg#s sling packs in front of the Deli
Got 20 inch chrome sitting on my Pirellis
Lorenzo on the Benzo, n#gg# you feel me?
You ain’t no gangsta
You’se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent m#th*rf#ck*r
You ain’t a gangsta
I should cut ya, c#ck back and bust ya or stomp you out
‘Cause we don’t trust ya
Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turning proof
Ho whip, bullet proof, you ain’t f#ckin’ with me, duke
Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a weekend, hard to catch em on a weekday
n#gg#s backed up, slugs to the gut, that’ll bet him up
Getting fed thru his arm in a hospital will slim him up
I c#ck triggers light the blockup, iller than times square
Real sh#t, you spit it ’cause you seen it
I spit it ’cause I did it and I mean it
Man, I don’t like none of y’all
f#ck around I’ll run in y’all pop one in y’all
Had the whole hood talking bout what I done to y’all
Listen I don’t give a f#ck if you blood or cause
I got love for thugs n#gg#s firing slugs
Stage rapping #ss n#gg#s ain’t sold no drugs
Gotta show me some love ’cause my sh#t is unplugged
You ain’t no gangsta
You’se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent m#th*rf#ck*r
You ain’t a gangsta
I should cut ya, c#ck back and bust ya or stomp you out
‘Cause we don’t trust ya
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50 Cent Lyrics – Gangsta Style