No way, uh-uh, and you ain't him Stop it, quit it right now And you ain't him
Here I is, sorry to keep you waitin' But now I'm back with more fire than Satan Listen, wish man this track is blazin' Better yet, this track amazin' This track remind me of when the studio was down in this Nick Day's basement My shit was far from legal Wrong place on a Buick Regal Check under that seat, look in the back of that trunk is truly legal Hold on, better pump your brakes Don't wanna make no mistakes Runnin' all the time might get you somethin' hot in your face And I ain't talkin' 'bout no mace I'm talkin' that shit that chase That shit that'll bring you down and take forensic files gonna solve that case I hear a lot of I did this I hear a lot of I did that It's funny when he go to the stand and point at his man like "he did that?" You wanna stand like you're so not gangsta Plead to the judge, "I'm so not gangsta" Mm, mm, mm, I believe ya See, it's just best to play yo cards You don't try to be who you are You ain't gotta prove nothin' to me Motherfucker, I know you ain't got no heart
You say you got yo money right (I don't believe you) You say you live the street life (I don't believe you) You say you got them keys witchya (I don't believe you) I know a gangsta when I see him, little buddy, and you ain't him
I been watchin' you sucka, I got my eye on you, man
No, no, no, and you ain't him
He's a facade
No, no, no
He got drilled
And you ain't him
When you keep that drill, all the suckas wanna ride Yeah, when you goin' 65 with yo skinny tires He tellin' lies and sellin' pies, I'm sellin' mine Shots fired, but he expired like this every time How the fuck you cool? He don't even know the rules He just flew the coop, he ain't got a chick you wanna move But I'ma hand you this (show him how it's got to go) Before you get to management, shorty, you gotta mop the floor He's not a hustla, he's not a gangsta Let me take your soul, sucka, I'll thank ya I'm the boss, you gotta grind if you wanna flow
You say you move them chiggas right? (I don't believe you) You say you got a meal ticket (I don't believe you) You say you got a white Phantom too (I don't believe you)
I know a hustla when I see him, little nigga and he ain't you
You say you got your money, right? (I don't believe you) You say you live the street life (I don't believe you) You say you got them keys witchya (I don't believe ya)
I know a gangsta when I see him, little buddy and you ain't him
Lay back, smoke one
No, no, no
And you ain't him
No, no, no
And you ain't him
No, no, no
And you ain't him
(No, I don't believe you) (No, I don't believe you) (No, I don't believe you)
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