Twista

I Ain't That N***a [Explicit Album Version]

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CHORUS [x2]:
I ain't that nigga?I jus thought I?d let chu kno?when I'm rollin with a black Fo? Fo??I ain't that nigga.

VERSE:
Naww I ain't a gangsta,but kick it with board members and governers that love larry hoover./Niggas that?ll do ya,Crackin a rifile over deciple have ya mama screamin out (holla-lu-ya)./And No I ain't 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 ain't BLACK P STONE,but when I was getting production with villain we was chillin./South side,Swole brothas,who long ass braids,who real niggas stackin millions to tha ceilin./And naw I ain't 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 Mo?s./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 ain't gonna do shit./I ain't gonna be frontin an fakin and actin petite all in my music?Not uh,that?s 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 memory?Whats dude name? [echo?s out]

And naw I ain't a killa,But I?ll stank a motha fucka while I'm hooded if he pull it./Make a nigga bite tha bullet,hit em
With tha chrome cus I got tah show it?s on to tha fullest./and naw I ain't 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 it?s cus a nigga gotta eat./and naw I ain't 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 g?s,I gotta pay homad./And naw I ain't hard,but on god I?ll 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 berauge?uh lyrics I'm throwin is countin tha vesauge./tha thieves wanna be thugs tryna put on fo tha streets,some beats but ain't got heart up in tha mind./quit lying you metamorphicLY speakin motha fuckas don?t want it with real niggas that?s out chere./Give a desription of hellava gun but you don?t wanna really feel it from real triggas that?s out chere./(cus its out chere)[echo?s out]/

CHORUS [x2]:
I ain't that nigga?I jus thought I?d let chu kno?when I'm rollin with a black Fo? Fo??I ain't that nigga.

VERSE:
Naw I ain't a playa,but in my city all tha bitches holla at me like I'm tha mayor./Devistatin while I'm say-uhh,but if you wanna make it bigger than words I gotta spray her./and naw I ain't 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 ain't no mark or no coward,come at me you gonna get yo lil heart devoured./we don't 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 don't come up off of rappin we comin up off bricks..you lil soft Bitch![echo's out]


CHORUS [x2]:
I ain't that nigga?I jus thought I?d let chu kno?when I'm rollin with a black Fo? Fo??I ain't that nigga.


Writer/s: CARL TERRELL MITCHELL, FREDERICK TAYLOR