Un Kasa

(feat. Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Hell Rell, JR Writer, 40 Cal & Unkasa)

Intro
I dont care what yall say, what yall do, but yall better rep harlem until the goddamn music is through. Mr C. lets do it

(Juelz Santana)
All eyes on the honorable (who)
Dipset, back to the grill again live at the barbeque
(?) All my niggaz ride like a carnival
Heat drawn all you niggaz lie like carpet do
Get up and get ready, what up the kids ready
Now that Im back the game is fucked the bitch let me
You front, u stunt, You get heat clown
Yeah punks jump up to get beat down

(Jim Jones)
Now eight years ago, I played the bench wit dimes
Everybody on my corner is gettin bent off dimes
Sittin back, sippin yak tryna get us some sneakers
Sittin back in the Lac puffin nickels of reefer
(?) on the strip in the midst of the drug trade
(?) Im watchin for (?) in midst of the drug raid
But niggaz gotta eat its like my stomach is touchin back
New York rider for u suckerz that fuckin asked

(Hell Rell)
Now can I kick it yes I can
They wanna know if Im G'd up, Yes i am
Look Ive overpaid my dues
I almost made the news
Block kind of hot but the cocaine gon move
If I was a brick u wouldnt know what to do wit me
You'd probably pick me up get a stem and start using me
Nobody built me, I made myself
And you dont know how to shoot guns you grazed yourself

(J.R. Writer)
I was a fiend
Before I became a teen
I was dreams tossed for the latest beams (urrh)
Made me cream cuz Aye
They kept the powder in the tray way before it was Maybelene
Im in to major stacks, Major stats, Hate on that
Cam holla'd cuz imma bring his label plaques
That aint made of plaque WHOA
Your jewlry aint gold, You copped your jewlry from Hov They all fade to black

(Un Kasa)
I keep a nine in my dresser
Lyrical proffessor
Keep u under pressure
Aint a nigga better
Mind like a computer Six rugers
Get your fam go to war with six shooters
I fuck bitches in coupes they straight Hooters
Get head and thank Buda
(?) and sip Lua
I go hard you runnin with State Troopers
My niggaz straight shotters, Cock back and straight shootCha

(Mr C.)
Not in my book never that nigga, I told yall niggas to go till the fuckin Beat stopped. When (?) I had Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Hell Rell, J.R. Writer, Un Kasa,

(Chorus)
Am no gangsta... am no gangsta
I am no gangsta... not me
{Repeat}

(Verse 1: Jha Jha)
Uh, now look...
I, Jha Jha, pimps all tha big boys
Big mama whips all tha big toys
In tha major league, doin major things
Drop-top, '06 in tha gangsta lean
Dipset's queen, all you bitches bow to me
In the hood they bringin red carpets out for me
No really they bring dem red carpets out for me
Red banners, bandanas, you know what that fire mean
I got "Killa", "Capo" and Nell's co-signin me
She on fire, no way in hell she outshinin me
I spit fire, take you to hell on tha 16th
That's hot shawty, don't dare go against me
They say what we doin fin'a go down in history
This is a movement, all of our movers follow intentively
I take ya seven dollars and sell a mil independently
Make 'em off this industry, gettin money was meant for me

(Chorus)

(Verse 2: Jha Jha)
Yea...
Now these 34 D's known to make a nigga flip
Hypnotized by tha thighs and tha swivel in tha hips
Send his ???? on tha rise, I gave him a lil whip
He ain't even go inside, jus gave him a lil whip
Now he head-ova-heels, payin all tha bills
Hoe stop callin, he don't tell 'em where he live
Say that I'm tha difference when hittin tha cheap thrill
Time to stop pimpin cause this is tha real deal
Sike, already found tha love of my life
But we can chill in tha hills fo anotha night
Prada boots and linen, tha envy of all women
All shoppin sprees are sponsored by men 'n'...
Now picture me goin Dutch on a date
Only time that I'm buyin fo niggaz is birthdays
I got my own dough but I'll spend yours first
Jus cool be fa sho, I ain't goin in that purse

(Chorus w/ Unkasa adlibs)

(Verse 3: Unkasa)
You remind me of a passing song called 'Gangsta Bitch'
You my down ass gangsta chick
I got my hands on you waist and hips
Jus fo fun we can take a trip
To somewhere tropical, jus to get on-top of you
Send yo player Malibu, baby I wanna marry you
Probly cop you in a Caddy coup
Treat you jus like a daddy do
?????? Don't need to get a attitude
I'm jus tryin to last you, have fun, and laugh witchu
Uh, the way you walk and you smile
Yo baby, I feel ya walk n ya style
Tha way you walk through tha town
Can I come, I ain't walkin around
I'm used to ridin around in Porsche's and Prowls
Can you please be my Buffelin Brown
I will lick you up and rub you down
I will treat you right and lay you down
I will take you out and take you around
Ma...

Am no gangsta...am no gangsta...
I am no gangsta...not me