| It’s 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
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| Break it down
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| I got a lot of living to do before I die
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| And I ain’t got time to waste
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| Let’s make it
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| You said you a gangster but you never pop nuttin'
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| We said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
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| You ain’t a friend of mine, (yeah)
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| You ain’t no kin of mine, (nah)
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| What makes you think that I wont run up on you with the nine
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| We do this all the time, right now we on the grind
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| So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes
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| Shorty she so fine, I gotta make her mine
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| A ass like that gotta be one of a kind
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| I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every line
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| I’m fucking with they mind
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| I make 'em press rewind
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| They know they can’t shine if I’m around the rhyme
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| Been on parole since 94 cause I commit the crime
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| I send you my line, I did it three to nine
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| If D’s ran up in my crib, you know who dropping dimes
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| You said you a gangsta
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| But you never pop nothing
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| We said you a wanksta
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| And you need to stop frontin'
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| You go to the dealership
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| But you never cop nuttin'
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| You been hustling a long time
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| And you ain’t got nothing
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| Damn Homie, in high school you was the man, homie
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| What the fuck happened to you?
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| I got the sickest vendetta when it come to the chedda
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| And if you play with my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
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| Now shorty think I’m a sweat her, sipping on amaretto
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| I’m living once than deada, I know I can do better
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| She look good but I know she after my chedda
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| She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain’t gonna let her
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| Be easy, stop the bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
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| We in the club doin' the same ol' two step
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| Guerrilla unit cause they say we bugged out
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| Cause we don’t go nowhere without toast we thugged out
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| Me I’m no mobsta, me I’m no gangsta
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| Me I’m no hitman, me I’m just me, me
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| Me I’m no wanksta, me I’m no acta
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| But it’s me you see on your TV
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| Cause I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
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| I’m gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy
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| By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
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| If you play me close, for sure I’m gonna pop my heat
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| Niggas saying they going murd' 50, how?
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| We riding 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
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| What you know about AK’s and AR 15's?
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| Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and F-bangs, huh |