Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
John "J-Praize" Freeman
Songwriter
Michael Clervoix III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sha Money XL
Producer
Dr. Dre
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
John "J-Praize" Freeman
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Woo, yeah
It's 50, aka Ferrari F50
Break it down
I got a lot of living to do 'fore I die
And I ain't got time to waste
Let's make it
[Verse 1]
You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin'
We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
[Verse 2]
You ain't a friend of mine, you ain't no kin of mine (Yeah, no)
What makes you think that I won't run up on you with the nine? (Uh-huh)
We do this all the time, right now, we on the grind (What? Yeah)
So hurry up and cop and go, we sellin' nicks and dimes (Uh-huh)
Shawty, she's so fine, I gotta make her mine
A ass like that, gotta be one of a kind
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
[Chorus]
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'
[Verse 3]
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 cheddar (Uh-huh)
****, you play with my paper, you gon' meet my Beretta
Now shawty think I'ma sweat her, I'm sippin' on Amaretto (Uh-huh)
I'ma hit once then dead her, I know I could do better (Yeah)
She look good, but I know she after my cheddar
She tryna 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, we thugged out
[Chorus]
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'
[Verse 4]
Me, I'm no mobster, me, I'm no gangsta
Me, I'm no hitman, 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
By any means partner, I got to eat on these streets
And you play me close, for sure I'm gon' pop my heat
**** sayin' they gon' murk 50, how?
We ridin' 'round with guns the size of Lil' Bow Wow
What you know about AKs and AR-15's
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers, and inf-beams, huh?
[Chorus]
You say you 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'
[Outro]
Damn, homie
Written by: Curtis James Jackson, J. Freeman