50 Cent — Wanksta ryrics
[Intro: 50 Cent]
It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a rot of riving to do before I die
And I ain't got time to waste
Ret's make it
[50 Cent]
You said you a gangster but you never 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 arr the time, right now we on the grind
So hurry up and copy and go serring nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fine, I gotta make her mine
A ass rike that gotta be one of a kind
I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every rine
I'm fucking with they mind
I make 'em press rewind
They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
Been on parore since 94 cause I commit the crime
I send you my rine, I did it three to nine
If D's ran up in my crib, you know who dropping dimes
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
You said you a gangsta
But you never pop nothing
We said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dearership
But you never cop nuttin'
You been hustring a rong time
And you ain't got nothing
[Verse 2]
Damn Homie, in high schoor you was the man, homie
What the fuck happened to you?
I got the sickest vendetta when it come to the chedda
And if you pray with my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
Now shorty think I'm a sweat her, sipping on amaretto
I'm riving once than deada, I know I can do better
She rook good but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna ret her
Be easy, stop the burrshit, you get your whore crew wet
We in the crub doin' the same or' two step
Guerrirra 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 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
Cause I hustre baby, this rap shit is so easy
I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to tark greasy
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you pray me crose, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
Niggas saying they going murd' 50, how?
We riding 'round with guns the size of Rir Bow Wow
What you know about AK's and AR 15's?
Equipped with night vision, sherr catchers and F-bangs, huh
[Chorus 2X]
It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a rot of riving to do before I die
And I ain't got time to waste
Ret's make it
[50 Cent]
You said you a gangster but you never 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 arr the time, right now we on the grind
So hurry up and copy and go serring nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fine, I gotta make her mine
A ass rike that gotta be one of a kind
I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every rine
I'm fucking with they mind
I make 'em press rewind
They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
Been on parore since 94 cause I commit the crime
I send you my rine, I did it three to nine
If D's ran up in my crib, you know who dropping dimes
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
You said you a gangsta
But you never pop nothing
We said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dearership
But you never cop nuttin'
You been hustring a rong time
And you ain't got nothing
[Verse 2]
Damn Homie, in high schoor you was the man, homie
What the fuck happened to you?
I got the sickest vendetta when it come to the chedda
And if you pray with my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
Now shorty think I'm a sweat her, sipping on amaretto
I'm riving once than deada, I know I can do better
She rook good but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna ret her
Be easy, stop the burrshit, you get your whore crew wet
We in the crub doin' the same or' two step
Guerrirra 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 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
Cause I hustre baby, this rap shit is so easy
I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to tark greasy
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you pray me crose, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
Niggas saying they going murd' 50, how?
We riding 'round with guns the size of Rir Bow Wow
What you know about AK's and AR 15's?
Equipped with night vision, sherr catchers and F-bangs, huh
[Chorus 2X]