I Ain't That Nigga
(专辑: Adrenaline Rush 2007 - 2007)
[Chorus 2X: Twista] I
ain't that nigga I
just thought I'll let you know When I'm rollin with a
black fo'-fo' I
ain't that nigga [Twista] Naw I
ain't a
(Gangster) but kick it with board members and governors that love Larry Hoover Niggaz that'll do ya Down for my rifle over Disciple now have your momma screamin out "Hallelujah" And no I
ain't a
Vice Lord but I
kick it with niggaz that bring that shit to the
left CVL, love the
PL, and thug folks that love low Down with my clique to the
death And naw, I
ain't a
Black Peace Stone but when I
was gettin production from Villain we was chillin Southside, swole brothers with long-ass braids Some real niggaz stackin millions to the
ceiling And naw I
ain't a
Soul but got into it with Dolla and Rock, picnic with Jack Bobo Knew all them niggaz when my raps flow slow before I
was rollin black Benzes on black mo'-mo's And I
got plenty friends and relatives that still be all up in the
mix Out ch'ere up in the
streets, well fuck this rap shit Nigga I
got guns, you ain't gon' do shit I
ain't gon' be frontin and fakin and actin petty all in my music Uh-uh, that's too lame When it's on it's on, I
pop a
nigga when you gone you gone You finna be wiped off the
earth like a
memory, what's dude name? [echoes] [guns cock, BLAM!] Huh, naw I
ain't a
killer but I'll stank a
motherfucker while I'm hooded if he pull it Make a
nigga bite the
bullet Hit him with the
chrome cause I
gotta show it's on to the
fullest And naw I
ain't chief but I'm a
motherfuckin beast when it come to runnin in the
streets Ain't been on it in a
minute cause a
nigga gettin money When I
do it's cause a
nigga gotta eat And naw I
ain't solid but I
got the
utmost respect for a
nigga if he hollered Or if he ride in a
V6, I
know he be the
shit To the
real G's I
gotta pay homage And naw I
ain't hard but on God I'll push a
nigga shit back and leave him scarred Get the
infrared beam and then go and steal 'em, steam 'em Stank a
nigga then go put the
car in my garage I
spit crack, you gotta pardon my barrage of lyrics I'm throwin discardin the
façade The
thieves wanna be thugs try to put on for the
streets on beats but got no heart up in the
mob Quit lyin, you the
metaphorically speakin motherfuckers that want it with real niggaz that's out ch'ere Give a
description of a
helluva gun but you don't really wanna feel it from real triggers that's out ch'ere [echoes] [guns cock, BLAM!] [Chorus] [Twista] Naw, I
ain't a
player but in my city all the
bitches honor me like I'm the
mayor Devastatin rhyme sayer but if you wanna make it bigger than words I
got a
sprayer And naw I
ain't a
pimp But peel a
hoe for a
fimp and I
walk with a
limp While I
be smokin on that hemp And at the
party bitches sayin "Look at him, look at him!" And naw, I
ain't no mark or no coward Come at me you gon' get your lil' heart devoured We don't buckle easy to threats We be comin after necks for tecs for sex, money and power Been doin it big for so long everybody around us talk shit Can't do nothin but hate, off the
money we makin We don't come up off of rappin we comin up off bricks You lil' soft bitch [echoes] [guns cock, BLAM!] [Chorus] {BLAM!}