You’re Not Gangsta lyrics

[Hook: King Gordy]
I say he always talking that Gangster sh*t
Well tell me just how much dirt have you done?
Well if you ask me, frankly I think you a b*tch
Never sold no dope, never shotted my gun
You're not a G please, you're not a G see, there ain't a gangster bone in his body no!
You're not a G please, you're not a G see, this poor guy wouldn't hurt nobody no!
You're not a G!

[Verse 1: Bizarre]
Barking at the video, looking all tough
Wild ass background, hood looking rough (Yeah)
n*gga you ain't a G, softer than Anne Marie
f*ck boys, wouldn't even harm a flea
This n*gga ain't no fool, went to Catholic school
Five bedrooms, large swimming pool
This n*ggers a clown, he ain't carrying no pound
Only dirt he did when he played in the playground
He claiming 7 mile
But that ain't his hood
He from 18 in Gratchet
Off in the woods
Beef, he's the first n*gga to say something
When its time to scrap, he's the first n*gga running
Pour that burner, snipe like Wesley
n*ggers start fighting and this n*gga left me
"Where da f*ck you at, man?
Man what?
You ain't see me getting rushed?
No man, I was smoking a square
You ain't see me getting rushed
Where they at?
Man!"
[Hook: King Gordy]

[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]
You're fake and forging it
Hanging with impostors
Your fathers a pastor
He graduated from Harvard
There's not a hustle in you
Standing in the line for a couple hours at the venue
Cause ain't nobody tryin' let your broke ass in
And you're street cred is horrible
We be shootin' dice while you're partner shootin' marbles
When the car pull up you look at them like 'what the f*ck?'
With enough sh*t in your pants to hide them little nuts
You wearing wife beaters
But ain't never beat your wife, guy
She's too busy tying up that t-shirt in a not (ha)
The only thing you ever saw you stole it from your pops
And never lift a shop cuz you're stupid-ass to not put the bullets
In it and left the house gotta snatch about the blouse
How do you lit a Glock with no slugs get inside your mouth?
That's the sh*t I'm talking 'bout
A straight snitch, a b*tch with black leather on your birth certificate

[Hook: King Gordy]
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
First name is "Spender", middle name is "About To"
Last name is "Almost" its easy to spot you
Cuz is always speaking on 'what he was spend to do'
He was about to f*ck somebody up, and almost did it to
The last one to swing but the first to book out (I'm Out!)
The n*ggas get dirt he always wanna be look out
Running with the real ones, getting in the beef
But when sh*t goes down he ain't nowhere in the streets
Walk with me quick
The loudest of the bunch, talking reckless
Acting tough, starting sh*t because in deep you know a n*gga like that
Please stay away cuz is most likely he gonna get your ass shot one day
{Blaow!}

[Hook: King Gordy]