2003 | 221
Wanksta | Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
50 Cent

Letra Wanksta 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 time to waste
Let’s make it

You say you a gangsta but you never pop nuttin’
We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin’
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 the 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
A ass like that gotta be one of a kind
I crush ‘em every time, 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 a three-to-nine
If D’s ran up in my crib, you know who dropping dimes

[x2]
You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nuttin’
We say you a wanksta, and you need to stop frontin’
You go to the dealership, but you never cop none
You been hustling a long time, and you ain’t got none

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
If you play with my paper, you gotta meet my Beretta
Now shorty think I’mma 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 gon’ let her
Be easy, stop the bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
We in the club doin’ the same ol’ two step
Gorilla unit cuz, they say we bugged out
Cause we don’t go nowhere without toast, we thugged out

[x2]
You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nuttin’
We say you a wanksta, and you need to stop frontin’
You go to the dealership, but you never cop none
You been hustling a long time, and you ain’t got none

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 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?

[x2]
You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nuttin’
We say you a wanksta, and you need to stop frontin’
You go to the dealership, but you never cop none
You been hustling a long time, and you ain’t got none

A-ha! Damn, homie!

Letra Wanksta 50 Cent