Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta Style, artist - 50 Cent. Album song Rare, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.06.2018
Record label: Xclusive
Song language: English
Gangsta Style |
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 C.L.K |
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 L. A |
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 |