50 Cent - Gangsta Style Lyrics

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 ass 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
Shit you only pushing a trey
Got bitches shutting you down in the CLK
For cats like you, crime don't pay
You just linger in the hood
Then niggas 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
Niggas 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 motherfucker
You ain't a gangsta i should cut ya
Cock back and bust ya or stomp you out
'Cause we don't trust ya

You owe a nigga? 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 bitch
Peruvian chick
She ain't hot but every time I fuck
The coke price drops
When it's time to get it on (what)
I pull over the thong (uh huh)
Fuck 'til I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah)
Usually hit it watching tele way out in LA
I like it when she say "Papi
I feel it in my belly"
Call up all my niggas in
New York on the celly
First thing I'm saying is
"Nigga what da deally"
Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle
Y'all niggas want war, clap clap, oh really?
I watch niggas sling packs in
Front of the Deli
Got 20 inch chrome sitting on my Pirellis
Lorenzo on the Benzo, nigga you feel me?

You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You ain't a gangsta i should cut ya
Cock 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 fuckin' with me, duke
Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a weekend
Hard to catch em on a weekday
Niggas backed up, slugs to the gut
That'll bet him up
Getting fed thru his arm in a
Hospital will slim him up
Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care
I cock triggers light the blockup
Iller than times square
Real shit, 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
Fuck 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 fuck
If you blood or cause
I got love for thugs niggas firing slugs
Stage rapping ass niggas ain't sold no drugs
Gotta show me some love 'cause
My shit is unplugged

You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You ain't a gangsta i should cut ya
Cock back and bust ya or stomp you out
'Cause we don't trust ya