Lyrics:

[50 Cent] Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch Wouldnt write about crack if I ain't had no spot You talk six coupe shit you only pushing a trey Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K For cats like you, crime don't pay You just linger in the hood, them niggaz blow you away You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo jewels rocked up Then have to tuck em in when I pop up Niggaz in the hood sayin '50's Grimy' Cause they hit me wit Kosami and now they can't find me If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip And I can cop anotha one afta each assist [Chorus x2] You ain't no gangsta You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause We don't trust ya [50 Cent] You owe a nigga? You don't wanna pay him? Kill him, that's what they said ta ta disapper him Y'all ain't got to believe me When I'm done with this rhyme if theres time I'll hit a flick Wit Mariella this connect bitch, Peruvian chick She ain't hot but eevrytime I fuck the coke right drops When it's time to get it on (what) I pull over the thong (uh huh) Fuck till I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah) Usualy hit it watchin tele way out in L.A. I like it when she say 'Papi I feel it in my Belly' Call up all my niggaz in New York on the celly First thing I'm sayin is 'Nigga what da deally' Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pell