U Ain't Him Lyrics - Nelly

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 

Motherfucker, I know you ain't got no heart 

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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 

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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 fuck 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