50 Cent - Wanksta lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - Wanksta lyrics]
Break it down
I got a lot of livin' to do 'fore 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
(yeah) , you ain't no kin of mine (C'mon)
What makes you think that I won't run
Up on you with a 9? (Uh, huh)
We do this all the time
(What?) , right now we on the grind (yeah)
So hurry up and cop and go
We sellin' nicks and dimes (Uh, huh)
Shorty, she so fine, I gotta make her mine
An ass like that gotta be one of a kind (Woo)
I crush 'em every time
Punch 'em with every line
I'm fuckin' with they mind
I make 'em press rewind
They know they can't shine if
I'm around to rhyme
Been on parole since '94 'cause
I commit the crime
I send you my line, I did a three-to-nine
The D's ran up in my crib
You know who droppin' dimes
You say you a gangsta
But you never pop nothin'
We say you a wanksta and
You need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you don't never cop nothin'
You been hustlin' a long time
And you ain't got nothin'
You say you a gangsta
But you never pop nothin'
We say you a wanksta and
You need to stop frontin'
You 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
The fuck happened to you?
I got the sickest vendetta when
It come to the cheddar (Uh, huh)
Nigga, you play with my paper
You gon' meet my Beretta
Now Shorty think I'ma sweat her
(Uh, huh) sippin' on Amaretto (yeah)
I might hit once, then dead her
I know I can do better she look good
But I know she after my cheddar
She tryin' to get in my pockets, homie
And I ain't gon' let her
Be easy, start some bullshit
You get your whole crew wet
We in the club doin' the same old two-step
Guerrilla Unit, cuz, they say we bugged out
'Cause we don't go nowhere without toast
We thugged out
You say you a gangsta
But you never pop nothin'
We say you a wanksta and
You need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you don't never cop nothin'
You been hustlin' a long time
And you ain't got nothin'
You say you a gangsta
But you never pop nothin'
We say you a wanksta and
You need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you never cop nothin'
You been hustlin' a long time
And you ain't got nothin'
Me I'm no mobster, me I'm no gangsta
Me I'm no hitman (yeah) , 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 (Woo)
By any means, partner
I got to eat on these streets
When you play me close for sure
I'm gonna pop my heat
Niggas sayin' they gon' murk 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 say you gangsta
But you never pop nothin'
We say you a wanksta and
You need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you never cop nothin'
You been hustlin' a long time
And you ain't got nothin'
You say you a gangsta
But you never pop nothin'
We say you a wanksta and
You need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you never cop nothin'
You been hustlin' a long time
And you ain't got nothin'
Aha! Damn, homie