I’m No Killa Songtext
von Diddy feat. Mase

Uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
C′mon
Yeah
Uh, you don't stop

See, I′m all big Benzes, coupes and hummer trucks (c'mon)
Hoes don't really like me, I′m just somethin′ to fuck (that's right)
What it gon′ take to make cats slow up
What I got to go back, pickin' four-four up
Leavin′ the seen for teams, that gon' make them throw up
I′m the reason the witness don't never show up (never show up)
You wanna be safe from Mase, give the safe to Mase
Neither judge or the jury, wanna take this case


Runnin' your mouth? You don′t know the rage I′m in (shut up)
Matter o' fact, you don′t know how mad you made my men (c'mon)
I got niggas at your moms house, 8 a.m.
And after they through with you, they go and blaze your men
You was ass way back then, should of laid you then
Grab a nigga out the building, tre eight to his chin (come here)
Put a bullet to his chest, that a change his wind
And don′t care 'bout the pain he′s in, uh

I'm no killa, but you could make me one
I'm no thug (yeah), but you could make me one
I′m no hustler (yeah), but you could make me one
I′m no gangster, so don't make me one

I′m no killa, but you could make me one
I'm no thug (yeah), but you could make me one
I′m no hustler (yeah, c'mon), but you could make me one
I′m no gangster (yeah), so don't make me one

What who would ever, ever, ever, make a nigga try me
What you think something tangy, 'bout Mase I see (yeah)
What it take for blood to clog niggas IVs (uh)
For cats to sit back and think why me
Now why you, better yet how you (uh-huh, c′mon)
With the light skinned nigga, that get fount sky blue
Either all summer long, you been ducking Piru (yeah)
A half y′all cats just scared to buy blue


With Mase your rival, Mase is liable (that's right)
Put Blink beside you, then tape and tie you
And rape behind you, in the lake they find you
With no prints, cops can′t trace what I do

Now your mother think her baby didn't deserve this shit (c′mon)
Well, her baby shouldn't fuck with a third of my brick
I got people that′s payin', think they ain't concern with this
′Cause thinkin′ how could one bullet burn like this

Put the word out, I want that black suburban hit (c'mon)
One think side of the story from a Vibe journalist
When you dropped in a box with worms on your wrist
Other niggas learn from this

I′m no killa, but you could make me one
I'm no thug (yeah), but you could make me one
I′m no hustler (c'mon), but you could make me one
I′m no gangster, so don't make me one

I'm no killa (uh-huh), but you could make me one (c′mon)
I′m no thug, but you could make me one (yeah)
I'm no hustler, but you could make me one (yeah)
I′m no gangster, so don't make me one

Half these cats spit it don′t even live it
And according to they digits, they all midgets
See me I rocks with it, six months shock bid it (c'mon)
I go up state, see all my cats and count digits
You got guns, but never get knocked wit′ it (yeah)
'Cause if I'm stopped with it, the cops get it
I′m one of the few that talk about gators and got lizards
You got ice, but never go on the block with it

Jerk your work, and you gonna still rock wit′ it (yeah)
I'll rapped ′til I'm clapped, like Big and Pac did it (that′s right)
Mase get his message from a lifer
He said shorty "I was young I was just like ya
Now I'm Illy with the best snipers
Did wheelies with the best bikers
Gettin′ head from confessed dikers" (yeah, that's what I like)
"Saddle thugs and that's just righteous" (right here)

Niggas don′t want a war, niggas just hyper
Movin′ off a motions, I'm no dude for commotion (yeah)
Leave niggas bruised in the ocean
Neck broken, head open, chest soakin′
Found him piece by piece with the rest floatin'

I′m no killa, but you could make me one
I'm no thug, but you could make me one
I′m no hustler, but you could make me one
I'm no gangster, so don't make me one

I′m no killa, but you could make me one
I′m no thug, but you could make me one
I'm no hustler, but you could make me one
I′m no gangster, so don't make me one

I′m no killa, but you could make me one (yeah, don't make me one)
I′m no thug, but you could make me one (motherfucker, don't make me one)
I'm no hustler, but you could make me one (fuck the world, what, nigga?)
I′m no gangster, so don′t make me one (touch nigga, what, nigga, fuck nigga)
I'm no killa, but you could make me one (you don′t stop me)
I'm no thug (99), but you could make me one (99)
I′m no hustler (Harlem world), but you could make me one (99)
I'm no gangster, so don′t make me one (Harlem world, motherfucker?)