Gangsta Style lyrics - 50 Cent

 Look if you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke

Got enough heart to sell weed but you scared of dope

I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds bribed me

Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley

I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch

Wouldn't write about crack if I ain't had no spot

You talk six coupe's, shit you only pushing a trey

Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K

For cats like you, crime don't pay

You just linger in the hood, then niggas blow you away

You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo jewels rocked up

Then have to tuck em in when I pop up

Niggas in the hood saying "50's Grimy"

'Cause they hit me with consignment and now they can't find me

If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip

And I can cop another one after each assist

You ain't no gangsta

You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker

You fake fraudulent motherfucker

You ain't a gangsta

I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out

'Cause we don't trust ya

You owe a nigga? You don't wanna pay him?

Kill him, that's what they said Ta Ta did to Peewee

Y'all ain't got to believe me

When I'm done with this rhyme if there's time I'll hit a flick

With Mariella, this connect bitch, Peruvian chick

She ain't hot but every time I fuck, the coke price drops

When it's time to get it on (what)

I pull over the thong (uh huh)

Fuck 'til I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah)

Usually hit it watching tele way out in L.A

I like it when she say "Papi I feel it in my belly"

Call up all my niggas in New York on the celly

First thing I'm saying is "Nigga what da deally"

Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle

Y'all niggas want war, clap clap, oh really?

I watch niggas sling packs in front of the Deli

Got 20 inch chrome sitting on my Pirellis

Lorenzo on the Benzo, nigga you feel me?

You ain't no gangsta

You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker

You fake fraudulent motherfucker

You ain't a gangsta

I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out

'Cause we don't trust ya

Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turning proof

Ho whip, bullet proof, you ain't fuckin' with me, duke

Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay

Cop on a weekend, hard to catch em on a weekday

Niggas backed up, slugs to the gut, that'll bet him up

Getting fed thru his arm in a hospital will slim him up

Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care

I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square

Real shit, you spit it 'cause you seen it

I spit it 'cause I did it and I mean it

Man, I don't like none of y'all

Fuck around I'll run in y'all pop one in y'all

Had the whole hood talking bout what I done to y'all

Listen I don't give a fuck if you blood or cause

I got love for thugs niggas firing slugs

Stage rapping ass niggas ain't sold no drugs

Gotta show me some love 'cause my shit is unplugged

You ain't no gangsta

You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker

You fake fraudulent motherfucker

You ain't a gangsta

I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out

'Cause we don't trust ya