[Intro: Nelly]

No way

Nuh uh

And u ain't him

Stop it with it right now

And u ain't him

[Verse 1: Nelly]

Here I is sorry to keep you waiting

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 this Nick Day's basement

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's sure illegal

Hold up better pump your brakes

You don't wanna make no mistakes

Running up on the wrong nigga and the wrong time might get you something hot in your face

And I ain't talking bout no mace

I'm talking that shit that chase

That shit that'll run ya down and take Forensic files to come and 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

Plead to the judge "I'm so not gangsta"

(I believe you)

See it's best you play your part

You don't try to be who you aren't

Ain't gotta prove anything to me motherfucker I know you ain't got no heart

[Chorus: Nelly]

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 2: Rick Ross]

When you keeping it trill

Alota Suckers wanna ride, yeah

Cutting corners in the '65 on skinny ties

You telling lies

Selling pies

I'm selling mine

Shots fired but expired by the 7th time

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'm a handle this

Show em how it's gots to go

Before you get to management you gotta mop the floor

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

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Nelly]

They say you moving 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 nigga and he ain't you

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 killers with ya

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

No, no no

And u ain't him