Rhythm D - 50/50 Luv lyrics

[Intro] [K.O.] 50/50 love [Dre] Yeah, for 199-motherf**in'-5 [K.O.] 50/50 love [Dre] Gangsta Dresta done stomped through the doors once again [K.O.] 50/50 love [Dre] Dedicating this one to all my n***as all across the land [K.O.] 50/50 love [Dre] We need a 50/50 love back in the hood, loc Check this out [Verse 1: Dresta] I walked through the turf Me and Smurf jibba-jabbing about the old days Smokin' on a joint, listenin' to The O'Jays f**s up my mind to see how times changed It's all kinda strange, ain't a damn thang the same Back when it was all about packin' switchblade Half of us down now is runnin' around b**h made Didn't wanna fight brothas grown that was known But now it's on, if one of the homies come at me wrong Back then things was like hyped Even if the homies fight, still kept the hood tight Down with each other to the last bit Now we got homies puttin' each others into caskets Used to roll in Chevys, now n***as wanna Benzie Money and dope done brought jealousy and envy n***as got greedy and the needy got left back Now your own homie is the victim of your next jack Serving n***a with the gat stuffed in your mouth Used to sleep on your couch, spending nights at your house And it's a damn shame that the hood ain't like it was I'm talkin' about a 50/50 love [Hook x2] I ain't talkin' about 70/30 (A 50/50) Not 60/40 (A 50/50) I'm talkin' about 50/50 love, yeah [Verse 2: Dresta] The homies used to take us to the liquor store to steal beer That was when my cousin Gugulo was still here Buddy gave a party like almost every weekend I've been tryna sneak in, tryna put my freak in See how times changed, one of the sets we used to fight with But that set now is one of the sets that we tight with Time's still changin' cause brothas turnin' into snitches Can't separate the real n***as from the b**hes Even in the jailhouse n***as being phony You really don't know, who to treat like a homie Back in the day we used to claim we was brothas And cousins and sh** and now we can't trust each other Gotta watch my back not just cause a brotha gaze for n***as that Bang for the same thang that I claim Homies locked down doing time in a chamber We talking about 'em a lot but yet we treating 'em like a stranger I recollect the days when I was back in like the 6th grade Tucking about behind the O.G.'s. learning how the trick's played Damn, a n***a really kinda miss how them days was, G Cause it was 50/50 love [Hook x2] [Verse 3: B.G, Knocc Out] For the homies that's resting, I pour a little drink right But how many others go visit them at their grave site Forget the bullsh**, pa** the hats around the room homes Let's go and visit the homies and put some flowers on their tomb stones Yeah, cause that's the least we can do, you know Be in the hood that they died fo' and loved ones cried fo' I missed 'em with a pa**ion fo' what it's worth I hope I meet 'em again when I leave from this earth And we done lost many of 'em And it's a shame that we let 'em go Without letting 'em know we love 'em But now I'mma let the homies rest in peace And all the homies that's beefing with each other, loc, gotta cease I can't speak about nobody else Can't peace treat with nobody else Until we be peace with ourselves Homies ain't homies like it was I really don't know who wants to fill me with slugs Without the backstabbing everything would probably be fun That's how it is in the hood that I come from Damn, a n***a really kinda miss how them days was, cus Cause it was 50/50 love [Hook x3]