CHORUS :
I aint that niggaI jus thought Id let chu knowhen im rollin with a black Fo FoI aint that nigga.
VERSE:
Naww I aint a gangsta,but kick it with board members and governers that love larry hoover./Niggas thatll do ya,Crackin a rifile over deciple have ya mama screamin out (holla-lu-ya)./And No I aint a Vice Lord,But I kick it with niggas that bang that shit to tha left./CVL love tha BL,them thug folks that love low,down with my click to tha death./And naw I aint BLACK P STONE,but when I was getting production with VILLIAN we was chillin./South side,Swole brothas,who long ass braids,who real niggas stackin millions to tha ceilin./And naw I aint a soul,but got into it with dollar and rocked pink with jack Vo Vo./Knew all them niggas when my raps flow so slow,befo I was ridin black benzes on black Mo Mos./And I got plenty of friends and relatives that still be all up in tha mix./Out chere up in tha streets',well fuck this rap shit nigga,I got guns you aint gonna do shit./I aint gonna be frontin an fakin and actin petite all in my musicNot uh,thats too lame./When its on its on,I pop a nigga,when you gone you gone,you finna be wiped of the earth like a memoryWhats dude name?
And naw I aint a killa,But Ill stank a motha fucka while im hooded if he pull it./Make a nigga bite tha bullet,hit em
with tha chrome cus I got tah show its on to tha fullest./and naw I aint chief,But ima motha fuckin beast when it comes tah runnin in tha streets./Aint been on it in a minute cus a nigga getting money when I do its cus a nigga gotta eat./and naw I aint SOLID but I got tha up most respect fo a nigga if he holla it./or if he ride unda tha six I kno he be tha shit to tha real gs,I gotta pay homad./And naw I aint hard,but on god Ill push a niggas shit back and leave em scard./get tha inferred beam then go steal em N steam em,stank a nigga then go put tha car in my garage./I spit crack you gotta pardon my beraugeuh lyrics im throwin is countin tha vesauge./tha theives wanna be thugs tryna put on fo tha streets,some beats but aint got heart up in tha mind./quit lying you metamorphicLY speakin motha fuckas dont want it with real niggas thats out chere./Give a desription of hellava gun but you dont wanna really feel it from real triggas thats out chere./(cus its out chere)/
CHORUS :
I aint that niggaI jus thought Id let chu knowhen im rollin with a black Fo FoI aint that nigga.
VERSE:
naw i aint a playa,but in my city all tha bitches holla at me like im tha mayor./Devistatin while im say-uhh,but if you wanna make it bigger than words i gotta spray her./and naw i aint a pimp,but peel a hoe fo' a fimp and i walk with a limp./while i be smokin on the hemp and at tha party bitches sayin look at him look at him./and naw i aint no mark or no coward,come at me you gonna get yo lil heart devoured./we dont buckle easy tah threats we be comin after next for techs for sex,money,and power./Been doin tha Bid fo' so long that everybody around us talk shit./cant do nothin but hate off tha money we make,if we dont come up off of rappin we comin up off bricks..you lil soft Bitch!
CHORUS :
I aint that niggaI jus thought Id let chu knowhen im rollin with a black Fo FoI aint that nigga.