Wanksta
Album - Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
(Spoken)
It's 50 a.k.a farrari
F 50
Break it down
I got alot of living to do for a die
and I ain't got time to waste
Let's make it
(Chorus)
You said you a gangster
But you neva pop nothin
You said you a wangster
and you need to stop frontin
(Verse 1)
You ain'ta friend of mine,( huh)
You ain't a kin of mine,( nah)
What makes you think that Ima run up on you with the nine
We do this all the time
Right now we on the grind
So hurry up and cop and go we selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fine
I gotta make her mine
A ass like that gotta be one of kind
I crush em' everytime
Punch em' with every nine
I'm fucking with they mind
I make em' press rewind
They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
Land on paroza's 94 cause I commit the crime
I send you my line, I did it 3 to 9
The D's ran up in my crib
You know who dropping dimes
(Chorus2x)
You said you a gangster
but you neva pop nothin
You said you a wankster
and you need to stop frontin
You go to the dealership
but you neva cop nothin
You been hustling a long time
and you ain't got nothin
(Verse 2)
Damn Homie, In highschool you was the man homie
What the fuck happened to you
i got the sickest vandeda when it come to the cheddar
And if you play with my paper, you gonna meet my berreta
Now shorty think Ima sweat her, sipping on a mereda
I'm living once than deta, I know I can do betta
She look good but I know she after my cheddar
She tryna get in my pockets
Homie and I ain't gonna let her
Be easy, stop the bullshitting
You get your whole crew wet
We in the club doing the same ol' two step
Gorilla unit cause they say we bugged out
Cause we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out
(Chorus 2x)
(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 wankster
Me I'm no actor
But it's me you see on your tv
cause I hustle baby
This spanish shit is so easy
I'm getting 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 saying they going murph 50 how
We riding round with guns the size of little bow wow
What you know about a.k. and a.r.15's
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh
( Chorus2)
ah hah damn homie
Added 11/08/2011
Thanks PlAyGyRl4NZ
| Other Lyrics from Get Rich Or Die Tryin' by 50 Cent |
Back Down
Blood Hound
BloodHound
Don't Push Me
Heat
If I Can't
In Da Club
Lifes On The Line (Bonus)
Many Men
Many Men (Wish Death)
P.I.M.P Remix (Bonus)
P.I.M.P.
Poor Lil Rich
Poor Lil' Rich
U Not Like Me (Bonus)
What Up Gangsta
What Up Gangsta?
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