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   50 CENT - Wanksta  Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] 
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' 
You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' 
You ain't a friend of mine, (huh) 
You ain't no kin of mine, (nah) 
What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha 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 dat gotta be one of a kind 
I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every nine 
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 cuz I commit the 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 
You 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 highskew you was tha man, homie 
What tha fuck happened to you? 
I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the 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 monsta, 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 gon merk 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 

[Chorus 2X]

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