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    50 CENT

    No Mercy, No Fear 2002 ©

    Wanksta

    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 time to waste
    Let's make it


    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 all the time, right now we on the grind
    So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes
    Shorty she so fine, I gotta make her mine
    A ass like that gotta be one of a kind
    I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every line
    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 parole since 94 cause I commit the crime
    I send you my line, I did it three to nine
    If D's ran up in my crib, you know who dropping dimes


    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 dealership
    But you never cop nuttin'
    You been hustling a long time
    And you ain't got nothing


    Damn Homie, in high school 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 play with my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
    Now shorty think I'm a sweat her, sipping on amaretto
    I'm living once than deada, I know I can do better
    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 the bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
    We in the club doin' the same ol' two step
    Guerrilla unit cause they say we bugged out
    Cause we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out




    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 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 saying they going murd' 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 F-bangs, huh

    2002 ©




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