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50 Cent – That Aint Gangsta
Posted by Sprintringtones.org in Monophonic (1 - 9) on September 4th, 2009
Monophonic Ringtones : 50 Cent – That Aint Gangsta
Click on the above link to send the 50 Cent – That Aint Gangsta monophonic ringtone to your Sprint phones.
That Aint Gangsta’s Lyric
[Verse 1:]
How you gonna take this? like a Man or a b**ch?
you gon’ get it on nigga or you gon’ snitch?
I represent niggas in the hood gettin’ rich
man, I stack chips and I unload clips
after 3 Summers in the joint I thought life was hard
some niggas started fightin’, some niggas found God
you know me, started sellin’ leek in the yard
yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers
big as Hell in the joint wearin’ ’86 numbers
damm Dog, you been in here that long?
you could think that, but say that and yo’ a*s is dead wrong
a convo is only three words, “yo whattup”
you ain’t gotta work out to leave this b**ch cut up
let a nigga find out you on some goin’ home s**t
and you tryin’ to bounce without payin’ a loan, s**t
some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream
after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team
I’m hard as Hell to get along wit’ so it never fails
a nigga I got beef with end up in the same jail
he had a L rolled in bible paper blowin’ the lye
I sent him a little kite just to be blowin’ his high
and when I shot you in NewYork why would I box you now?
If I catch you in the yard I’m'a ox you down
niggas you think is real really can’t hold they own
I’ll have ‘em on some E.T. s**t tryin’ to phone home
in here a gemstar is like a Nine Milly chrome
it’s similar, infact they’ll both split ya dome
scars are souvenirs, niggas always take ‘em home.
[Chorus]
You got blown over the jack? (that ain’t gangsta)
Your Man ran when you got clapped? (that ain’t gangsta)
rockin’ a vest with no gat? (that ain’t gangsta)
you only a thug when you rap? (that ain’t gangsta)
niggas jooked you for your track? (that ain’t gangsta)
you ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain’t gangsta)
niggas ran off with your packs? (that ain’t gangsta)
If you ain’t bustin’ ya gat (that ain’t gangsta)
[Verse 2:]
You’d call me an Animal if you seen me livin’ on lock
I stay in a box cats be shook when I’m visitin’ pop-ulation
when I walk by, niggas like “Fifty don’t play Son”
“yeah, somethin’ really wrong with that nigga…”
max out, I’m goin’ straight for the glock
bust a u-turn, I’m goin’ straight to the block
the things that’ll happen if niggas say I can’t eat
down goes the window….out goes the heat
I’ll make the whole block look like a f**kin’ trackmeet
some get it in the leg, some get it in the back
some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax
nigga pump my packs or pay poor tax
it’s extortion, it happens in the hood often
claim more lives than choices, free abortions
Rich Nice says I got a problem with the dice
’cause I put the title to the Benz on the line twice
I rock s**t ’cause I stay on that block s**t
that 9mm Ruger to your knot s**t
see the difference is I’m real and you not, kid
I still stash crack money in my sock, s**t
ya’ll niggas wanna pop s**t? I pop clips
leave with your blood on my mink in the drop Six
Guiliani and Pataki can’t stop this
since ’86 my whole clique pop Criss.
[Chorus]
5-5-1 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
1-3-4 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
What the f**k you know about that?
411 – Dumb
Posted by Sprintringtones.org in Monophonic (1 - 9) on September 2nd, 2009
Monophonic Ringtones : 411 – Dumb
Click on the above link to send the 411 – Dumb monophonic ringtone to your Sprint phones.
Dumb’s Lyric
Above the feeling
This is revealing
Boy i didn’t know you cared
Must’ve been up on the weekend
In the club freakin
Boy i could see you stare
You were lookin right at me
Lookin right back
We knew there was something there
And i know you knew that if we did do this
It would be an affair
Cos my mans at home
Lookin at the finger his ring goes on
He got trust in me
How’m i gonna live with myself if i cheat
Dumb diggi-diggi-di dumb di-dumb
And ‘though I know it would be fun to get some
Gotta run now, gotta go
Gotta get home
Cos my baby’s boy’s on his own
Better be Dumb diggi-diggi-di dumb di-dumb
And ‘though I know it would be fun to get some
Gotta run now
I gots ta get home,
My baby boy’s on his own,
Up on the dancefloor
Then ya go ask for a night in with me
But ya know that aint gon’ happen
I won’t get trapped in
This, see, it just ain’t me
And you can try, seduce me
But its no use, see
I’m in love with my baby
And I won’t let you in
Mess up and move in
To do that I’d be crazy
Cos my mans at home
Lookin at the finger his ring goes on
He got trust in me
How’m I gonna live with myself if I cheat
Dumb diggi-diggi-di dumb di-dumb don’t want none
And ‘though I know it would be fun to get some
Gotta run now, gotta go
Gotta get home
Cos my baby’s boy’s on his own
Better be Dumb diggi-diggi-di dumb di-dumb don’t want none
And ‘though I know it would be fun to get some
Gotta run now
I gots ta get home,
My baby boy’s on his own,
Theres no way that im gon’ play
I don’t care what you gon’ say
Even though you make me crazy
I won’t risk losing my baby
There’s no way that i’m gon’ play
I don’t care what you gon’ say
Even though you make me crazy
I won’t risk losing my baby
That’d be Dumb diggi-diggi-di dumb da dont want none
And ‘though I know it would be fun to get some
Gotta run now, gotta go
Gotta get home
Cos my baby’s boy’s on his own
Better be Dumb diggi-diggi-di dumb da dont want none
And ‘though I know it would be fun to get some
Gotta go now
I gots ta get home,
My baby boy’s on his own