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U Ain't Him
Nelly

NELLY


U Ain't Him Lyrics (feat. Rick Ross)

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
Motherf*cker, 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 f*ck 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

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Songwriter(s): William Leonard Roberts, Cornell Haynes Jr, Adam Blake Cherrington
Record Label(s): 2008 Universal Records a division of UMG Recordings Inc
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