Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Curtis Jackson, John Freeman
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50 CentWanksta (Soundtrack Version) 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 time to waste
Let's make it
[50 Cent]
You said you a gansta but you never popped nothin'
You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You ain't a friend of mine, (huh)
You ain't no kin of mine, (nah)
What makes you think that I'ma run
up on you with the nine
We do this all tha time, right now we on tha grind
So hurry up and copy and go we selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fine, I gotta make her mine
A ass like that gotta be one of a kind
I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every nine
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 the crimes
I stay in my line, I did it three to nine
The D's ran up in my crib, you know who dropped the dime
[Chorus x2: 50 Cent]
You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin
You 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 highschool you was the man, homie
The fuck happened to you?
I got tha sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedder
Nigga you play wit my paper, you
gotta meet my berretta
Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I might hit it once then dead her, I know I can do betta
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She trying get in my pockets, homie
and I ain't gonna let her
Be easy, start some bullshit, you
get your whole crew wet
We in the club doin' the same ol' two step
Gorilla unit cause they say we bugged out
Cause we don't go no where with out toasters, we thugged out
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
Me I'm no mobster, me I'm no gangster
Me I'm no hitman, me I'm just me, me
Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no actor
But it's me you see on your TV
Cause 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 murder 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
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