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It's 50 AKA 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 nothing We say you a wanksta and you need to stop fronting You ain't a friend of mine, you ain't no kin of mine What makes you think that I won't run up on you with a 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 An ass like that gotta be one of a kind I crush 'em every time, punch 'em with every line I'm fucking with they min, 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 If D's ran up in my crib you know who dropping dimes You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothing We say you a wanksta and you need to stop fronting You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothing You been hustling a long time and you ain't got nothing SongtexteDamn, homie In high school you was the man, homie The fuck happened to you? I got the sickest vendetta when it come to the chedder If you play with my paper you gotta meet my Beretta Now shorty think I'mma sweat her sipping on Amaretto I might hit once then dead her, I know I can do better She look good, but I know she after my chedder She trying to get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gon' let her Be easy, stop the bullshit, you get your whole crew wet We in the club doing 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 nothing We say you a wanksta and you need to stop fronting You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothing You been hustling a long time and you ain't got nothing Me I'm no mobster, 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 actor But it's me you see on your TV Cause I hustle baby, this rap 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 murk 50, how? We riding '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 a gangsta, but you never pop nothing We say you a wanksta and you need to stop fronting You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothing You been hustling a long time and you ain't got nothing You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothing We say you a wanksta and you need to stop fronting You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothing You been hustling a long time and you ain't got nothing Aus Songtexte Mania