50 Cent - Wanksta Lyrics
(feat. Flipmode Squad)[Intro: Busta Rhymes]Yeah.. it's a problem, Flipmode niggaWe on the highest temperature level of the *****ing pressure cookerBlowing niggas tops, what?Flipmode up in this *****, The Rulership Movement niggaCheck it, let me talk, check it, check it[Busta Rhymes]There's only one God sonny, and there ain't no replacementAnd anybody thinkin different jus get locked in the basementYou know we had to touch the beat cuz the track is dope, niggaAnd throw some bullet's at you the size of cantaloupes, niggaA lotta niggas rollin around like they can't get touchedEven the pope know to stay in bullet proof Benz trucksFlipmode up in this *****, ya niggas know we on fireWe hang niggas like old sneakers from telephone wires[Rampage]Puerto Rican mami's call me PapiCuz they see me in the hood, poppin wheelies on my KawasakiYo they can't stop me, Ramp yo, I'm kinda *****yI'll break your *****ing ribs like I'm playing ice hockeyBigger than life, extort the game, critically acclaimedSmack you in your face with my chainNow I'm ready to go to war like Saddam HusseinEverybody in the industry know my squad's name[Chorus 1: Busta Rhymes]Yo we jus an idiot, and we here to merge somethinYou know what chu dealing with, you know we here to hurt somethinSo stop with the stupid shit, cuz it ain't even worth frontinHope you know that you could really end up in the earth cuzin[50 Cent]We do this all the time, right now we on the grindSo hurry up and cop and go selling nicks and dimesShorty she's so fine, I gotta make her mineA ass like dat gotta be one of a kindI crush 'em every time, punch 'em with every lineI'm *****in with they mind, I make 'em press rewindThey know they can't shine if I'm around the rhymeBeen on parole since ninety four cuz I commit the crimeI say you on my line, I did it three ta nineIf D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes[Chorus 2: 50 Cent]You say you a gangsta but you neva pop nuttinWe say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontinYou go to the dealership but you neva cop nuttinYou been hustlin a long time and you ain't got nuttin[Baby Sham]I know your man, he says that you the ***** stuntinYou don't know how the gun ***** to reach somethinYeah, I see ya face in ya grillBut it's your conscience itchin to tell you the squad love a milLike a forest field, we hunt ta god, it's surrealFlipmode, cop boy, get your weight up for real, get at 'em[Chorus 1][Chorus 2][50 Cent]Damn homie, in highskewl you was the man, homieWhat the ***** happened to you?I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the cheddaNigga you play wit my paper, you gon meet my berrettaNow shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amorettaI'm hit once than deada, I know I can do bettaShe look good but I know she after my cheddaShe tryna get in my pockets homie and I ain't gon let herBe easy, start some bullshit ya get your whole crew wetWe in the club doin the same ol' two stepGuerrilla Unit cuz, they say we bugged outCuz we don't go nowhere without toast, we thugged out[Chorus 2 - repeat 2x][50 Cent]Ah ha!
