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letra de i ain't that n***a - twista

[chorus: x2]
i ain’t that n-gga
i jus’ thought i’d let chu kno
when i’m rollin with a black fo’ fo’
i ain’t that n-gga

nah i ain’t a gangsta, but kick it with board members and governors that love larry hoover
n-ggas 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 n-ggas that bang that sh-t to tha left
c-v-l love tha bl, them thug folks that love low, down with my cl!ck 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 -ss braids, who real n-ggas 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 n-ggas 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 f-ck this rap sh-t n-gga, i got guns you ain’t gonna do sh-t
i ain’t gonna be frontin’ an fakin’ and actin’ pet-te all in my music, not 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 of the earth like a memory, what’s dude name?

and naw i ain’t a k!lla, but i’ll stank a motherf-cker while i’m hooded if he pull it
make a n-gga 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 motherf-ckin’ beast when it comes tha runnin’ in tha streets
ain’t been on it in a minute cause a n-gga getting money when i do it’s cause a n-gga gotta eat
and naw i ain’t solid but i got tha up most respect fo’ a n-gga if he holla it
or if he ride unda tha six i know he be tha sh-t to tha real g’s, i gotta pay homed
and naw i ain’t hard, but on god i’ll push a n-ggas sh-t back and leave em scard
get tha inferred beam then go steal em n steam em, stank a n-gga 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 f-ckas
don’t want it with real n-ggas that’s out chere
give a description of h-llava gun but you don’t wanna really feel it
from real triggas that’s out chere
(cause it’s out chere)

[chorus: x2]
naw i ain’t a playa, but in my city all tha b-tches 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 b-tches 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 s-x, money, and power
been doin’ tha bid fo’ so long that everybody around us talk sh-t
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 b-tch!

[chorus: x2]

- twista

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