Wanksta Lyric 8 Mile 8 MILE SOUNDTRACK

WHOOO! Yea, It's 50, A.K.A. 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 say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin,
You say you a
wanksta, then you need to stop frontin.

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 9, (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 everytime, punch em wit every line,
I'm
fuckin wit 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
say them my line, I did it 3 to 9,
The D's ran up in my crib, you know who
drop the dime.

You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin,
You
say you a wanksta, then you need to stop frontin,
You go to the dealership,
but you don't never cop nothin,
You been hustlin a long time, but you ain't
got nothin.
You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin,
You say you a
wanksta, then you need to stop frontin,
You go to the dealership, but you
never cop nothin,
You been hustlin long time, but you ain't got
nothin.

Damn homie,
In highschool 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 cuz, they say we bugged
out,
Cause we don't go nowhere without toast be thugged out.

You say
you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin,
You say you a wanksta, then 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,
You say you a wanksta, then 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 mobsta, me, I'm
no gangsta,
Me, I'm no hitman, (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 gettin what you get for a brick, to talk
greasy,
By any means(whoo), patna, I got to eat on these streets,
When you
play me close, fa' sho, I'ma pop my heat,
Niggas say they gon murda 50,
how
We ridin round wit guns the size, of Lil' Bow Wow,
What you know about
AK's and AR-15's,
Equipped wit night vision, shell catchers and empties,
huh.

You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin,
You say you a
wanksta, then you need to stop frontin,
You got 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,
You say you a
wanksta, then 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.

HA! Damn Homie!

 

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