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Wanksta


by Fifty Cent. Buy album CD: Other Songs PO - Y


[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'
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 dat 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
Guerilla 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]




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Album: Other Songs PO - Y Lyrics
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  1. Poor Lil Rich
  2. Position Of Power
  3. Power Of The Dollar
  4. Pt2. & Bump Heads
  5. Rotten Apple
  6. Rowdy Rowdy
  7. Ryder Music
  8. Say What You Want
  9. Self Made Man
  10. Ski Mask Way
  11. Slow Dough
  12. So Amazing
  13. Soldier
  14. Stretch Armstrong Freestyle
  15. Surrounded By Hoes
  16. Talk About Me
  17. That Ain't Gangsta
  18. That's What's Up
  19. The Good Die Young
  20. The Realest Killaz
  21. This Is 50
  22. Thug Love
  23. To All My Niggas
  24. To All My Niggas (Remix)
  25. Tony Yayo Explosion
  26. Too Hot
  27. True Loyalty
  28. Twice (The Echo Of My Life )
  29. U Heard Me
  30. U Not Like Me
  31. U Should Be Here
  32. Unlocked
  33. Wanksta
  34. Wanksta (Remix)
  35. We Both Think Alike
  36. What If
  37. What Up Gangsta?
  38. When It Rains It Pours
  39. Who U Rep With
  40. Whoo Kid
  41. Whoo Kid Freestyle
  42. Whoo Kid Kayslay Shit!
  43. Window Shopper
  44. You Ain't No Gangsta
  45. You're On

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