Yea, 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 nothing,
We say you a wanksta, then you need to stop fronting.

You ain't a friend of mine,(yea) you ain't no kin to mine,(c'mon)
What makes you think that I won't run up on you wit the nine, (uh huh)
We do this all the time (what), right now we on the grind (yea)
So hurry up and cop and go resell it nicks and dimes, (uh huh)
Shortie, she so fine, I gotta make her mine,
A ass like that, gotta be one of a kind,(Whoo)
I crush em every time, punch em wit every line,
I'm fucking with they mind, I make em press rewind,
They know they can't shine, If I'm around to rhyme,
Been on parole since ninety four, cause I commit the crime,
I say them my line, I did it three to nine,
The D's ran up in my crib, you know who drop the dime.

[Chorus]
You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothing,
You say you a wanksta, then you need to stop fronting,
You go to the dealership, but you don't never cop nothing,
You been hustling a long time, but you ain't got nothing.
You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothing,
You say you a wanksta, then you need to stop fronting,
You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothing,
You been hustling long time, but 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,(uh huh)
Nigga, you play with my paper, you gon meet my baretta,
Now shortie think I'm a sweat her,(uh huh) I'm sippin on Amaretto, (yea)
I'm out here doin stilleta, I know I could do betta,
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 ol two step,
Gorilla unit 'cause, they say we bugged out,
Cause we don't go nowhere without toast be thugged out.

[Chorus]

Me, I'm no mobster, me, I'm no gangsta,
Me, I'm no hit man, (yea) me, I'm just me,
Me, I'm not wanksta, me, I'm no actor,
But it's me you see, on your TV, cause I hustle babe,
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,
When you play me close, fa' sure, I'ma pop my heat,
Niggas say they goin' murder 50, how
We riding round wit guns the size, of Lil' Bow Wow,
What you know about AK's and are-15's,
Equipped wit night vision, shell catchers and empties, huh.

[Chorus]

Damn homie!

Writer : FREEMAN, JOHN/JACKSON, CURTIS
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group