U Ain't Him (Album Version (Explicit))

No way, uh-uh, and you ain't him Stop it, quit it right now And you ain't him Here I is, sorry to keep you waitin' But now I'm back with more fire than Satan Listen, wish man this track is blazin' Better yet, this track amazin' This track remind me of when the studio was down in this Nick Day's basement My shit was far from legal Wrong place on a Buick Regal Check under that seat, look in the back of that trunk is truly legal Hold up, better pump your brakes You don't wanna make no mistakes Runnin' up on the wrong nigga at the wrong time might get you somethin' hot in your face And I ain't talkin' 'bout no mace I'm talkin' that shit that chase That shit that'll run you down and take forensic files gonna solve that case I hear a lot of that I did this I hear a lot of that I did that It's funny when he go to the stand and point at his man like "he did that?" You wanna stand lookin' so not gangsta Pleadin' to the judge, "I'm so not gangsta" Mm, mm, mm, I believe ya See, it's just best to play yo part You don't try to be who you are You ain't gotta prove nothin' to me Motherfucker, I know you ain't got no heart You say you got yo money right (I don't believe you) You say you live the street life (I don't believe you) You say you got them killas witchya (I don't believe you) I know a gangsta when I see him, little buddy, and you ain't him I been watchin' you sucka, I got my eye on you, man No, no, no, and you ain't him He's a facade No, no, no He not trill And you ain't him When you keepin' it trill, all the suckas wanna ride Yeah, cuttin' corners in yo '65 on skinny tires He tellin' lies and sellin' pies, I'm sellin' mine Shots fired, but he expired by the seventh time How the fuck you cool? He don't even know the rules He just flew the coop, he ain't got chickens you wanna move But I'ma handle this (show him how it's got to go) Before you get to management, shorty, you gotta mop the floor He's not a hustla, he's not a gangsta Let me take your soul, sucka, thank ya I'm a boss, you gotta grind if you wanna floss Baby we poss puffin' that pine as I'm peelin' off You say you move them chiggas right? (I don't believe you) You say you got a meal ticket right? (I don't believe you) You say you got a white Phantom too (I don't believe you) I know a hustla when I see him, little nigga and he ain't you You say you got your money, right? (I don't believe you) You say you live the street life (I don't believe you) You say you got them killas witchya (I don't believe ya) I know a gangsta when I see him, little buddy and you ain't him Lay back, smoke one No, no, no And you ain't him No, no, no And you ain't him No, no, no And you ain't him (No, I don't believe you) (No, I don't believe you) (No, I don't believe you) No, no, no, and you ain't him