Wanksta (Soundtrack Version)

Woo! Yeah, it's 50, A.K.A. Ferrari F-50, 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 a friend of mine (yeah) you ain't no kin to mine (c'mon)

What makes you think that I won't run up on you with the nine? (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' it nicks and dimes (uh-huh)

Shorty, she so fine, I gotta make her mine

A 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 chedda (uh-huh)

Nigga, you play with my paper, you gon' meet my Beretta

Now shorty think I'm gon' sweat her (uh-huh), I'm sippin' on Amaretto (yeah)

I might hit once, then dead her, I know I could do better

She look good, but I know she after my chedda

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 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 gon' 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 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'

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