Twista I Ain't That Nigga LyricsArtist: Twista
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I ain't that *****
I jus' thought I'd let chu kno
When I'm rollin with a black Fo' Fo'
I ain't that *****.
Nah I ain't a gangsta, but kick it with board members and governors that love larry hoover.
*****s 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 *****s that bang that **** to tha left.
C-V-L 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 *** braids, who real *****s 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 *****s 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 **** this rap **** *****, I got guns you ain't gonna do ****.
I ain't gonna be frontin' an fakin' and actin' petite all in my music, not uh, that's too lame.
When it's on it's on, I pop a *****, when you gone you gone,
You finna be wiped of the earth like a memory, What's dude name?
And naw I ain't a killa, But I'll stank a ************ while I'm hooded if he pull it.
Make a ***** bite tha bullet, hit em
With tha chrome cause I got tah show it's on to tha fullest.
And naw I ain't chief, But I'm a **********in' beast when it comes tha runnin' in tha streets.
Ain't been on it in a minute cause a ***** getting money when I do it's cause a ***** gotta eat.
And naw I ain't solid but I got tha up most respect fo' a ***** if he holla it.
Or if he ride unda tha six I know he be tha **** to tha real g's, I gotta pay homed.
And naw I ain't hard, but on god I'll push a *****s **** back and leave em scard.
Get tha inferred beam then go steal em N steam em, stank a ***** 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 ****as
Don't want it with real *****s that's out chere.
Give a description of hellava gun but you don't wanna really feel it
From real triggas that's out chere.
(cause it's out chere)
Naw I ain't a playa, but in my city all tha *****es holla at me like I'm tha mayor.
Devistatin' while I'm say-uh, 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 *****es 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 ****.
Can't 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 *****!
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