[50 Cent]
Look If you ain`t worth a mil, you ain`t far from broke
Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope
I wouldn`t snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me
Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley
I wouldn`t rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch
Wouldnt write about crack if I ain`t had no spot
You talk six coupe s**t you only pushing a trey
Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K
For cats like you, crime don`t pay
You just linger in the hood, them ni**az 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
Ni**az 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] x 2
You ain`t no gangsta
You`se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherf**ker
You ain`t a gangsta
I should cut ya, c**k back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don`t trust ya

[50 Cent]
You owe a ni**a? You don`t wanna pay him?
Kill him, that`s what they said ta ta disapper him
Y`all ain`t got to believe me
When I`m done with this rhyme if theres time I`ll hit a flick
Wit Mariella this connect bitch, Peruvian chick
She ain`t hot but eevrytime I f**k the coke right drops
When it`s time to get it on (what)
I pull over the thong (uh huh)
F**k till I nut then get up, I`m gone (yeah)
Usualy hit it watchin tele way out in L.A.
I like it when she say "Papi I feel it in my Belly"
Call up all my ni**az in New York on the celly
First thing I`m sayin is "Ni**a what da deally"
Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle
Y`all ni**az want war, clap clap, Oh really?
I watch ni**az slang packs in front of the deli
Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my perili
Lorenzo on the Benzo ni**a you feel me?

[Chorus] x 2
You ain`t no gangsta
You`se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherf**ker
You ain`t a gangsta
I should cut ya, c**k back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don`t trust ya

[50 Cent]
Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof
Hoe whip, bulet proof, yopu ain`t f**kin wit me, duke
Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a week mad hard to catch him on the weekday
Ni**az backed up, slugs to the gut, that`ll bet him up
Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital wil slim him up
Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don`t care
I c**k triggers light the blockup, iller than times square
Real s**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**k around I`ll run in y`all pop one in y`all
Had the whole hood talkin bout what I done to y`all
Listen I don`t give a f**k if you blood or `cause
I got love for thugs ni**az firing slugs
Stage rapping ass ni**az ain`t sold no drugs
Gotta show me some love cause my sins are bluffed

[Chorus] x 2
You ain`t no gangsta
You`se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherf**ker
You ain`t a gangsta
I should cut ya, c**k back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don`t trust ya