Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nelly
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Composer
William Roberts
Composer
A Cherrington
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wyshmaster
Producer
Carl Nappa
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
No way
Nuh-uh
And u ain't him
Stop it, with it right now
And u ain't him
[Verse 2]
Here I is, sorry to keep you waitin'
But now I'm back with more fire than Satan, listen
Wish man, this track is blazing
Better yet, this track amazing
This track remind me of when the studio was down in Nick Day's basement
[Verse 3]
My shit was far from legal
Wrong place in a Buick Regal
Check under that seat, look in that lil' box
In the trunk, it sure illegal
Hold up, better pump your brakes
You don't wanna make no mistake
Runnin' up on the wrong **** at the wrong time
Might get you something hot in your face
[Verse 4]
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no Ma$e
I'm talkin' that shit that chase
That shit that'll run you down
And take Forensic Files to 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"
[Verse 5]
You wanna stand, lookin' so-not-gangsta
Pleading to the judge, "I'm so not gangsta"
(I believe you)
See, it's best you just play your part
You don't try to be who you aren't
You ain't gotta prove nothin' to me motherfucker
I know you ain't got no heart
[Verse 6]
You say you got your money right
I don't believe him
You say you live the street life
I don't believe him
You say you got them killas with you
I don't believe him
I know a gangsta when I see him lil' buddy
And u ain't him
No, no, no
And u ain't him
No, no, no
And u ain't him
[Verse 7]
When you keepin' it trill
Alota Suckers wanna ride
Cuttin' corners in the '65 on skinny ties
You telling lies, selling pies, I'm selling mine
Shots fired, but he expired by the seventh time
[Verse 8]
How the fuck you cool? You don't even know the rules
He just flew the coop and got chickens he wanna move
But I'ma handle this, show him how it's gots to go
Before you get to management, shawty, you gotta mop the floor
[Verse 9]
He's not a hustler, he's not a gangsta
Go get your word, let me tell ya, so sucka thank god
I'm a boss, you gotta grind if you wanna floss
Baby, we boss buffing that pine as I'm peeling off
[Verse 10]
They say you movin' chickens right
I don't believe him
They say you got a meal ticket right
I don't believe him
Say you got a white Phantom too
I don't believe him
I know a hustler when I see him
Lil ****, and he ain't you
[Verse 11]
You say you got your money right
I don't believe him
You say you live the street life
I don't believe him
You say you got them killas with you
I don't believe him
I know a gangsta when I see him lil' buddy
And u ain't him
[Verse 12]
No, no, no
And u ain't him
No, no, no
And u ain't him
No, no, no
And u 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 u ain't him
Written by: A Cherrington, Cornell Haynes, Jr., William Roberts
