50 Cent That Ain't Gangsta Lyrics

Verse 1:
How you gonna take this? like a Man or a b____?
you gon' get it on n____ or you gon' snitch?
I represent n____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____s started fightin', some n____s found God
you know me, started sellin' leek in the yard
yo, I ran into n____s 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 ain't gotta work out to leave this b____ cut up
let a n____ find out you on some goin' home s___
and you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, s___
some n____s beat cases on the strength of they cream
after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team
I'm hard as Hell to get along wit' so it never fails
a n____ 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____s you think is real really can't hold they own
I'll have 'em on some E.T. s___ 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____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____s jooked you for your track? (that ain't gangsta)
you ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain't gangsta)
n____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____s like "Fifty don't play Son"
"yeah, somethin' really wrong with that n____..."
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____s say I can't eat
down goes the window....out goes the heat
I'll make the whole block look like a f___in' 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____ 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__le to the Benz on the line twice
I rock s___ 'cause I stay on that block s___
that 9mm Ruger to your knot s___
see the difference is I'm real and you not, kid
I still stash crack money in my sock, s___
ya'll n____s wanna pop s___? 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!!