[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 shit 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 niggaz 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
Niggaz 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

{Refrain: x2}
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

[50 Cent]:
You owe a nigga? 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 fuck the coke right drops
When it´s time to get it on (what)
I pull over the thong (uh huh)
Fuck 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 niggaz in New York on the celly
First thing I´m sayin is "Nigga what da deally"
Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle
Y´all niggaz want war, clap clap, Oh really?
I watch niggaz slang packs in front of the deli
Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my perili
Lorenzo on the Benzo nigga you feel me?

{Refrain: x2}
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

[50 Cent]:
Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof
Hoe whip, bulet proof, yopu ain´t fuckin wit me, duke
Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a week mad hard to catch him on the weekday
Niggaz 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 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 talkin bout what I done to y´all
Listen I don´t give a fuck if you blood or cuz
I got love for thugs niggaz firing slugs
Stage rapping ass niggaz ain´t sold no drugs
Gotta show me some love cause my sins are bluffed

{Refrain: x2}
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