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50 Cent - Wanksta [*] lyrics
[Intro: 50 Cent] It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50 Break it down I got a lot of living to do before I die And I ain't got tyme to waste Let's make it [50 Cent] You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin' We said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You ain't a friend of mine, (yeah) You ain't no kin of mine, (nah) What makes you think that I wont run up on you with the nine We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every line I'm fuckin with they mind I make 'em press rewind They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme Been on parole since 94 cause I commit tha crime I send you my line, I did it three ta nine If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin We said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin [Verse 2] Damn Homie, in high school you was tha man, homie What tha fuck happened to you? I got tha sickest vendetta when it come to tha chedda And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta I'm livin once than deada, I know I can do betta She look good but I know she after my chedda She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out [Chorus 2X] [Verse 3] Me I'm no mobsta, me I'm no gangsta Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, me Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta But it's me you see on your TV Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat Niggas sayin they goin murd' 50, how? We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow What you know about AK's and AR 15's? Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh. [Chorus 2X] |
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