[Chorus 2X: Twista]
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I ain't that nigga
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I just thought I'll let you know
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When I'm rollin with a black fo'-fo'
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I ain't that nigga
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[Twista]
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Naw I ain't a (Gangster)
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but kick it with board members and governors that love Larry Hoover
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Niggaz that'll do ya
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Down for my rifle over Disciple now have your momma screamin out "Hallelujah"
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And no I ain't a Vice Lord
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but I kick it with niggaz that bring that shit to the left
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CVL, love the PL, and thug folks that love low
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Down with my clique to the death
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And naw, I ain't a Black Peace Stone
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but when I was gettin production from Villain we was chillin
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Southside, swole brothers with long-ass braids
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Some real niggaz stackin millions to the ceiling
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And naw I ain't a Soul
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but got into it with Dolla and Rock, picnic with Jack Bobo
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Knew all them niggaz when my raps flow slow
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before I was rollin black Benzes on black mo'-mo's
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And I got plenty friends and relatives
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that still be all up in the mix
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Out ch'ere up in the streets, well fuck this rap shit
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Nigga I got guns, you ain't gon' do shit
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I ain't gon' be frontin and fakin and actin petty all in my music
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Uh-uh, that's too lame
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When it's on it's on, I pop a nigga when you gone you gone
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You finna be wiped off the earth like a memory, what's dude name? [echoes]
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[guns cock, BLAM!]
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Huh, naw I ain't a killer
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but I'll stank a motherfucker while I'm hooded if he pull it
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Make a nigga bite the bullet
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Hit him with the chrome cause I gotta show it's on to the fullest
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And naw I ain't chief
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but I'm a motherfuckin beast when it come to runnin in the streets
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Ain't been on it in a minute cause a nigga gettin money
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When I do it's cause a nigga gotta eat
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And naw I ain't solid
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but I got the utmost respect for a nigga if he hollered
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Or if he ride in a V6, I know he be the shit
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To the real G's I gotta pay homage
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And naw I ain't hard
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but on God I'll push a nigga shit back and leave him scarred
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Get the infrared beam and then go and steal 'em, steam 'em
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Stank a nigga then go put the car in my garage
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I spit crack, you gotta pardon my barrage
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of lyrics I'm throwin discardin the faAĦ×ade
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The thieves wanna be thugs try to put on for the streets on beats
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but got no heart up in the mob
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Quit lyin, you the metaphorically speakin motherfuckers
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that want it with real niggaz that's out ch'ere
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Give a description of a helluva gun
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but you don't really wanna feel it from real triggers that's out ch'ere [echoes]
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[guns cock, BLAM!]
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[Chorus]
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[Twista]
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Naw, I ain't a player
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but in my city all the bitches honor me like I'm the mayor
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Devastatin rhyme sayer
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but if you wanna make it bigger than words I got a sprayer
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And naw I ain't a pimp
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But peel a hoe for a fimp and I walk with a limp
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While I be smokin on that hemp
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And at the party bitches sayin "Look at him, look at him!"
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And naw, I ain't no mark or no coward
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Come at me you gon' get your lil' heart devoured
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We don't buckle easy to threats
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We be comin after necks for tecs for sex, money and power
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Been doin it big for so long everybody around us talk shit
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Can't do nothin but hate, off the money we makin
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We don't come up off of rappin we comin up off bricks
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You lil' soft bitch [echoes]
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[guns cock, BLAM!]
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[Chorus]
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{BLAM!}
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I Ain't That Nigga
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| Twista |
