K-POP Lyrics Song

50 CentWanksta (Soundtrack Ver.) (Explicit)

Whooo
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 say you a gangsta but you never pop nothin'
We say you a Wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You ain't no friend of mine,(ye)
You ain't no kin of mine, (huh uh)
What makes you think that I won't run up on you with the nine
We do this all the time, right now we on the grind
So hurry up and copy go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she's 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 fucking with they mind
I make them 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 a three to nine
If d's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

(chorus times 2)
You say you a gangsta
But you neva pop nothin'
We say you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
Go to the dealership
But you never cop nothin'
You been hustlin' a long time
And you ain't got nothin'


Damn homie, in high school you was the man, homie
What the fuck happened you?
I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda
Nigga you play with my paper, you gonna meet my beretta
Now shorty think I'ma 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 tryin' to get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her
Be easy, start some bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
We're in the club doing the same old two step
Gorilla Unit cuz they say we bugged out
Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

(chorus times 2)

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 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
My enemies, pop I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
Niggas sayin' they gonna 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
IF beams, huh

(chorus times 2)
A-ha
Damn homie
Whooo
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 say you a gangsta but you never pop nothin'
We say you a Wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You ain't no friend of mine,(ye)
You ain't no kin of mine, (huh uh)
What makes you think that I won't run up on you with the nine
We do this all the time, right now we on the grind
So hurry up and copy go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she's 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 fucking with they mind
I make them 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 a three to nine
If d's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

(chorus times 2)
You say you a gangsta
But you neva pop nothin'
We say you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
Go to the dealership
But you never cop nothin'
You been hustlin' a long time
And you ain't got nothin'


Damn homie, in high school you was the man, homie
What the fuck happened you?
I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda
Nigga you play with my paper, you gonna meet my beretta
Now shorty think I'ma 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 tryin' to get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her
Be easy, start some bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
We're in the club doing the same old two step
Gorilla Unit cuz they say we bugged out
Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

(chorus times 2)

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 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
My enemies, pop I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
Niggas sayin' they gonna 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
IF beams, huh

(chorus times 2)
A-ha
Damn homie

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