I Ain't That Nigga - Twista
[Chorus 2X: Twista]
I ain't that n_gga
I just thought I'll let you know
When I'm rollin with a black fo'-fo'
I ain't that n_gga
[Twista]
Naw I ain't a (Gangster)
but kick it with board members and governors that love Larry Hoover
N_ggaz 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 n_ggaz that bring that sh_t 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 n_ggaz 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 n_ggaz 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 f_ck this rap sh_t
N_gga I got guns, you ain't gon' do sh_t
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 n_gga 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 motherf_cker while I'm hooded if he pull it
Make a n_gga 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 motherf_ckin beast when it come to runnin in the streets
Ain't been on it in a minute cause a n_gga gettin money
When I do it's cause a n_gga gotta eat
And naw I ain't solid
but I got the utmost respect for a n_gga if he hollered
Or if he ride in a V6, I know he be the sh_t
To the real G's I gotta pay homage
And naw I ain't hard
but on God I'll push a n_gga sh_t back and leave him scarred
Get the infrared beam and then go and steal 'em, steam 'em
Stank a n_gga then go put the car in my garage
I spit crack, you gotta pardon my barrage
of lyrics I'm throwin discardin the facade
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 motherf_ckers
that want it with real n_ggaz 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 b_tches 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 b_tches 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 sh_t
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 b_tch [echoes]
[guns cock, BLAM!]
[Chorus]
{BLAM!}
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