Song: Wanksta ~~ 2002 ~~ 3:38
Artist: 50 Cent
LP/CD: 8 Mile S/T ~~ Interscope ~~ 2002
Composers: Clervoix

Woo, yeah
It’s 50 aka Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a lot of livin’ to do before I die
And I ain’t got time to waste
Let’s make it

You said you a gansta
But you never pop nothin’
You said 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’mma run up on you with the 9
We do this all the time, right now we on the grind
So hurry up and cop and go sellin’ nicks and dimes
Shorty, she so fine, I gotta make her mine
A a** like that gotta be one of a kind
I crush ‘em every time, punch ‘em with every line
I’m f***in’ 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 3 to 9
If D’s ran up in my crib, you know who droppin’ dimes

You said you a gangsta
But you never pop nothin’
You said 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 said you a gangsta
But you never pop nothin’
You said 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, homey
In high school you was the man, homey
What the f*** happened to you
I got the sickest vendetta when it come to the cheddar
N****, you play with my paper, you gon’ meet my Berretta
Now Shorty think I’mma sweat her, I’m sippin’ on Amoretto
I’m livin’ once than deader, I know I could do better
She look good, but I know she after my cheddar
She tryin’ to get in my pockets, homey, and I ain’t gon’ let her
Be easy, start some bulls***, you get your whole crew, well
We ain’t for doin’ the same ol’ two step
Gorilla Unit ‘cause they say we bugged out
‘Cause we don’t go nowhere without toast, we thugged out

You said you a gangsta
But you never pop nothin’
You said 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 said you a gangsta
But you never pop nothin’
You said 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 gangster
Me, I’m no hit man, 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 s*** 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 gon’ pop my heat
N****s sayin’ they gon’ merk 50, how
We ridin’ ‘round with guns the size of Lil’ Bow Wow
What you know about AKs and AR 15s
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and imp beams, huh

You said you a gangsta
But you never pop nothin’
You said 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 said you a gangsta
But you never pop nothin’
You said 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’

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: February 4, 2003