Il testo della I ain't that nigga

Chorus (x2):
I aint that niggai jus thought id let chu knowhen im rollin with a black fo foi aint that nigga.

Verse:
Naww i aint a gangsta,but kick it with board members and governers that love larry hoover./niggas thatll do ya,crackin a rifile over deciple have ya mama screamin out (holla-lu-ya)./and no i aint 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 aint black p stone,but when i was getting production with villian we was chillin./south side,swole brothas,who long ass braids,who real niggas stackin millions to tha ceilin./and naw i aint 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 mos./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 aint gonna do shit./i aint gonna be frontin an fakin and actin petite all in my musicnot uh,thats 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 memorywhats dude name? (echos out)

And naw i aint a killa,but ill stank a motha fucka while im hooded if he pull it./make a nigga bite tha bullet,hit em
With tha chrome cus i got tah show its on to tha fullest./and naw i aint 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 its cus a nigga gotta eat./and naw i aint 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 gs,i gotta pay homad./and naw i aint hard,but on god ill 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 beraugeuh lyrics im throwin is countin tha vesauge./tha theives wanna be thugs tryna put on fo tha streets,some beats but aint got heart up in tha mind./quit lying you metamorphicly speakin motha fuckas dont want it with real niggas thats out chere./give a desription of hellava gun but you dont wanna really feel it from real triggas thats out chere./(cus its out chere)(echos out)/

Chorus (x2):
I aint that niggai jus thought id let chu knowhen im rollin with a black fo foi aint that nigga.

Verse:
Naw i aint a playa,but in my city all tha bitches holla at me like im tha mayor./devistatin while im say-uhh,but if you wanna make it bigger than words i gotta spray her./and naw i aint 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 aint no mark or no coward,come at me you gonna get yo lil heart devoured./we dont 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 dont come up off of rappin we comin up off bricks..you lil soft bitch!(echo's out)

Chorus (x2):
I aint that niggai jus thought id let chu knowhen im rollin with a black fo foi aint that nigga.