50 Cent - Wanksta - Soundtrack Version lyrics

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50 Cent - Wanksta - Soundtrack Version lyrics

Yeah, 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 time to waste Let's make it You said you a gansta But you neva pop nuttin' You said you a wa*ksta And you need to stop frontin' You ain't a friend of mine, you ain't no kin of mine What makes you think that I'm a run up on you with tha nine We do this all tha time, right now we on tha grind So hurry up and cop and go selling nicks and dimes Shorty she so fine, I gotta make her mine An a** like dat gotta be one of a kind I crush 'em every time, punch 'em with every nine I'm f**in' 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 'cuz I commit the crime I send you my line, I did it three to nine If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin' dimes You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin' You said you a wa*ksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin' a long time And you ain't got nuttin' You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin' You said you a wa*ksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin' a long time And you ain't got nuttin' Damn homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie What the f** happened to you? I got the sickest phonetta, when it come to the chedda n***a, if you play with my paper, you gotta meet my berretta Now shorty think I'm a sweat her, sippin' on Amoretta I'm livin' once then 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 gon' let her Be easy, start some bullsh**, she 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 You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin' You said you a wa*ksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin' in a long time And you ain't got nuttin' You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin' You said you a wa*ksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin' a long time And you ain't got nuttin' Me I'm no mobsta, me I'm no gangsta Me I'm no hitman, me I'm just me, me Me I'm no wa*ksta, me I'm no acta But it's me you see on your TV 'Cuz I hustle baby, this rap sh** 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 n***as 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 inf-beams, huh You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin' You said you a wa*ksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin' a long time And you ain't got nuttin' You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin' You said you a wa*ksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin' a long time And you ain't got nuttin' Damn homie