متن و پخش آهنگ Wanksta - From "8 Mile" Soundtrack از 50 Cent

متن کامل ترانه Wanksta - From "8 Mile" Soundtrack با صدای 50 Cent

Woo! Yeah, it's 50, A.K.A. Ferrari F-50, break it down I got a lot of livin' to do 'fore I die And I ain't got time to waste, let's make it You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You ain't a friend of mine (yeah) you ain't no kin to mine (c'mon) What makes you think that I won't run up on you with the nine? (uh-huh) We do this all the time (what?), right now we on the grind (yeah) So hurry up and cop and go, we sellin' it nicks and dimes (uh-huh) Shorty, she so fine, I gotta make her mine A ass like that gotta be one of a kind (woo) I crush 'em every time, 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 to rhyme Been on parole since '94, 'cause I commit the crime I send you my line, I did a three-to-nine The D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin' dimes You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you don't never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' 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 (uh-huh) Nigga, you play with my paper, you gon' meet my Beretta Now shorty think I'm gon' sweat her (uh-huh), I'm sippin' on Amaretto (yeah) I might hit once, then dead her, I know I could do better 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 old two-step Guerrilla Unit, cuz, they say we bugged out 'Cause we don't go nowhere without toast, we thugged out You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' Me, I'm no mobster, me, I'm no gangsta Me, I'm no hitman (yeah), me, I'm just me (me) Me, I'm no wanksta, me, I'm no actor 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 (woo) By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets When you play me close, for sure, I'm gon' pop my heat Niggas sayin' they gon' murk 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 inf-beams, huh? You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' Aha, damn, homie