You're Not Gangsta

[Chorus: King Gordy] I say he always talking that Gangsta shit Well tell me just how much dirt have you done? Well if you ask me, frankly I think you a bitch Never sold no dope, never shotted my gun You're not a G please, you're not a G see There ain't a gangsta bone in his body no! You're not a G please, you're not a G see This poor guy wouldn't hurt nobody no! You're not a G! [Verse 1: Bizarre] Barking at the video, looking all tough Wild ass background, hood looking rough (Yeah) Nigga you ain't a G, softer than Anne Marie Fuck boys, wouldn't even harm a flea This nigga ain't no fool, he went to Catholic school Five bedrooms, large swimming pool This nigga's a clown, he ain't carrying no pound Only dirt he did when he played in the playground He claiming 7 mile, but that ain't his hood He from eighteen in Gratchet off in the woods Beef, he's the first nigga to say something When its time to scrap, he's the first nigga running Pour that burner, snipe like Wesley Niggas start fighting and this nigga left me [Interlude] Where the fuck was you at, man? Man, what? You ain't see me getting rushed? No man, I was smoking a square You ain't see me getting rushed, where they at? Man! [Chorus: King Gordy] I say he always talking that Gangsta shit Well tell me just how much dirt have you done? Well if you ask me, frankly I think you a bitch Never sold no dope, never shotted my gun You're not a G please, you're not a G see There ain't a gangsta bone in his body no! You're not a G please, you're not a G see This poor guy wouldn't hurt nobody no! You're not a G! [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] You're fake and forging it, hanging with impostors Your father's a pastor, he graduated from Harvard There's not a hustle in you Standing in the line for a couple hours at the venue 'Cause ain't nobody tryna let your broke ass in and your street cred is horrible We be shootin' dice while you're partner shootin' marbles When the car pull up you look at them like "what the fuck?" With enough shit in your pants to hide them little nuts You wearing wife beaters, but ain't never beat your wife, guy She's too busy tying up that t-shirt in a knot (Ha) The only thing you ever saw you stole it from your pops And never lift a shop 'cause your stupid-ass did not put the bullets In it and left the house gotta snatch about your blouse How do you lit a Glock with no slugs get inside your mouth? That's the shit I'm talking 'bout a straight Snitch, a bitch with black letters on your birth certificate [Chorus: King Gordy] I say he always talking that Gangsta shit Well tell me just how much dirt have you done? Well if you ask me, frankly I think you a bitch Never sold no dope, never shotted my gun You're not a G please, you're not a G see There ain't a gangsta bone in his body no! You're not a G please, you're not a G see This poor guy wouldn't hurt nobody no! You're not a G! [Verse 3: Kuniva] First name is "Spender", middle name is "About To" Last name is "Almost" it's easy to spot you 'Cause he's always speaking on "What he was finna do" He was about to fuck somebody up, and almost did it to The last one to swing but the first to book out (I'm out!) The niggas get dirt he always wanna be look out Running with the real ones, getting in the beef But when shit goes down he ain't nowhere in the streets Walk with me quick, the loudest of the bunch Talking reckless, acting tough Starting shit because in deep you know a nigga like that, please, stay away 'Cause is most likely he gon' get your ass shot one day (Blaow!) [Chorus: King Gordy] I say he always talking that Gangsta shit Well tell me just how much dirt have you done? Well if you ask me, frankly I think you a bitch Never sold no dope, never shotted my gun You're not a G please, you're not a G see There ain't a gangsta bone in his body no! You're not a G please, you're not a G see This poor guy wouldn't hurt nobody no! You're not a G!