D12, King Gordy - You're Not Gangsta lyrics
[D12, King Gordy - You're Not Gangsta lyrics]
I say he always talking that Gangster shit
Well tell me just how much
Dirt have you done? Well if you ask me
Frankly I think you a bitch
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!
Barking at the video, looking all tough
Wild ass background, hood looking rough
(yeah)
Nigga you ain't a G, softer than Anne Marie
Fuck boys, wouldn't even harm a flea
This nigga ain't no fool
Went to Catholic school
Five bedrooms, large swimming pool
This niggers 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 nigga to say something
When it's time to scrap
He's the first nigga running
Pour that burner, snipe like Wesley
Niggers start fighting and this nigga left me
"Where da fuck 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!"
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 fuck?'
With enough shit 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 shit I'm talking 'bout
A straight snitch
A bitch with black leather
On your birth certificate
First name is "Spender"
Middle name is "About To"
Last name is "Almost" it's easy to spot you
Cuz is always speaking on 'what
He was spend to do'
He was about to fuck somebody up
And almost did it to
The last one to swing but
The first to book out (I'm Out)
The niggas get dirt he always
Wanna be look out
Running with the real ones
Getting in the beef
But when shit goes down he
Ain't nowhere in the streets
Walk with me quick
The loudest of the bunch, talking reckless
Acting tough
Starting shit because in deep you
Know a nigga like that
Please stay away cuz is most likely he
Gonna get your ass shot one day blaow!
Well tell me just how much
Dirt have you done? Well if you ask me
Frankly I think you a bitch
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!
Barking at the video, looking all tough
Wild ass background, hood looking rough
(yeah)
Nigga you ain't a G, softer than Anne Marie
Fuck boys, wouldn't even harm a flea
This nigga ain't no fool
Went to Catholic school
Five bedrooms, large swimming pool
This niggers 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 nigga to say something
When it's time to scrap
He's the first nigga running
Pour that burner, snipe like Wesley
Niggers start fighting and this nigga left me
"Where da fuck 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!"
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 fuck?'
With enough shit 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 shit I'm talking 'bout
A straight snitch
A bitch with black leather
On your birth certificate
First name is "Spender"
Middle name is "About To"
Last name is "Almost" it's easy to spot you
Cuz is always speaking on 'what
He was spend to do'
He was about to fuck somebody up
And almost did it to
The last one to swing but
The first to book out (I'm Out)
The niggas get dirt he always
Wanna be look out
Running with the real ones
Getting in the beef
But when shit goes down he
Ain't nowhere in the streets
Walk with me quick
The loudest of the bunch, talking reckless
Acting tough
Starting shit because in deep you
Know a nigga like that
Please stay away cuz is most likely he
Gonna get your ass shot one day blaow!