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    "Wanksta" Lyrics

    50 Cent

    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
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    [Intro: 50 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 tyme to waste
    Let's make it

    [50 Cent]
    You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin'
    We said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
    You ain't a friend of mine, (yeah)
    You ain't no kin of mine, (nah)
    What makes you think that I wont run up on you with the nine
    We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind
    So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes
    Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine
    A ass like that gotta be one of a kind
    I crush 'em everytime, 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 the rhyme
    Been on parole since 94 cause I commit tha crime
    I send you my line, I did it three ta nine
    If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

    [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
    You said you a gangsta
    But you neva pop nuttin
    We 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 high school you was tha man, homie
    What tha fuck happened to you?
    I got tha sickest vendetta when it come to tha chedda
    And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
    Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
    I'm livin once than deada, I know I can do betta
    She look good but I know she after my chedda
    She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her
    Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
    We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step
    Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out
    Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

    [Chorus 2X]

    [Verse 3]
    Me I'm no mobsta, me I'm no gangsta
    Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus 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
    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 murd' 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

    [Chorus 2X]Cent]
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by John Freeman, Curtis James Jackson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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