50 Cent – That Ain’t Gangsta

That Ain’t Gangsta is another wonderful and hypnotizing hip hop and rap song delivered by a well-known rapper, 50 Cent.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 06 on his top charting album project called “Power Of The Dollar” was officially released on 4 July 2000.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

How you gonna take this? Like 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 unload clips

After 3 summers in the jail I thought life was hard

Some niggas started fightin’, some niggas found God

You know me, started sellin’ leak in the yard

Yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers

Big as hell in the joint wearin’ ’86 numbers

Damn dog, you been in here that long?

You could think that, but say that and yo’ ass is dead wrong

A convo is only three words, “yo what up”

You ain’t gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up

Let a nigga find out you on some goin’ home shit

And you tryin’ to bounce without payin’ a loan, shit

Some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream

After witnesses disappear on the strength of they team

I’m hard as hell to get along with so it never fails

A nigga I got beef with end up in the same jail

He had a L rolled in Bible paper – blowin’ the lah

I sent him a little kite just to be blowin’ his high

And when I shot you in New York why would I box you now?

If I catch you going to sick call I’m’a ox you down

Niggas you think is real really can’t hold they own

I’ll have ’em on some E.T. shit tryin’ to phone home

In here a gemstar is like a nine milli chrome

It’s similar, in fact they’ll both split ya dome

Scars are souvenirs, niggas always take ’em home

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)

Niggas juxed 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)

You’d call me animal if you seen me livin’ on lock

I stay in a box so much it seems like I’m visitin’ pop-ulation

When I walk by, niggas like “Fifty don’t play son”

“yeah, somethin’ really wrong with that nigga…”

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 niggas say I can’t eat

Down goes the window… out goes the heat

I’ll make the whole block look like a fuckin’ track meet

Some get it in the leg, some get it in the back

Some get it in the foot, bleed all over their Air Max

Nigga 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 title to the Benz on the line twice

I rock shit ’cause I stay on that block shit

That 9mm Ruger to your knot shit

See the difference is I’m real and you not, kid

I still stash crack money in my sock, shit

Ya’ll niggas wanna pop shit? 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

5-5-1 Brrraaat brrraaat

1-3-4 Brrraaat brrraaat

What the fuck you know about that?