I Ain't That Nigga

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

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?

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

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

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