That Ain’t Gangsta lyrics

[Produced by Trackmasters]

[Verse 1]
How you gonna take this? like a man or a b*tch?
You gon' get it on n*gga or you gon' snitch?
I represent n*ggas 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 n*ggas start fightin', some n*ggas found God
You know me, start sellin' leak in the yard
Yo, I ran into n*ggas 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 b*tch cut up
Let a n*gga find out you on some goin' home sh*t
And you tryna bounce wit out payin' a loan, sh*t
Some n*ggas 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 wit' so it never fails
A n*gga I got beef with end up in the same jail
He had a L rolled in bible paper, blowin' the lye
I sent him a lil kite just to be blowin' his high
And when I shot you in New York, why would I box you now?
I catch you going to sick call I'ma ox you down
n*ggas you think is real really can't hold they own
I'll have 'em on some E.T. sh*t 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, n*ggas always take 'em home
[Hook]
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)
n*ggas juxed you for your track? (that ain't gangsta)
You ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain't gangsta)
n*ggas ran off with your packs? (that ain't gangsta)
If you ain't bustin' ya gat (that ain't gangsta)

[Verse 2]
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, n*ggas like "Fifty don't play son"
"yeah, somethin' really wrong with that n*gga..."
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 n*ggas say I can't eat
Down goes the window....out goes the heat
I'll make the whole block look like a f*ckin' 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
n*gga 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 sh*t cause I stay on that block sh*t
That 9mm Ruger to your knot sh*t
See the difference is I'm real and you not, kid
I still stash crack money in my sock, sh*t
Ya'll n*ggas wanna pop sh*t? I pop clips
Leave with your blood on my mink in the drop six
Giuliani and Pataki can't stop this
Since '86 my whole clique pop Criss
[Hook]

[Outro]
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