[00:00.00] 作词 : FREEMAN, JOHN/JACKSON, CURTIS
[00:03.73]Whooo
[00:04.90]Yeah
[00:05.91]It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
[00:08.74]Break it down
[00:11.84]I got a lot of living to do before I die
[00:13.27]And I ain't got time to waste
[00:15.09]Let's make it
[00:18.09]
[00:18.54]You said you were a gangsta but you never pop nothin'
[00:21.18]We said you were a W**ksta and you need to stop frontin'
[00:24.21]You ain't a friend of mine,
[00:25.62]You ain't no kin of mine,
[00:27.49]What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with the nine
[00:30.11]We do this all the time, right now we on the grind
[00:33.03]So hurry up and copy go selling nicks and dimes
[00:36.10]Shorty she's so fine, I gotta make her mine
[00:39.23]A ass like that gotta be one of a kind
[00:42.67]I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every line
[00:45.18]I'm ****ing with they min
[00:47.32]I make them press rewind
[00:49.07]They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
[00:50.35]Been on parole since 94 cuz I commit the crime
[00:52.69]I send you my line, I did it three to nine
[00:57.10]If d's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes
[01:00.24]（chorus times 2）
[01:00.95]You said you were a gangsta
[01:02.00]But you neva pop nothin'
[01:02.96]We said you were a w**ksta
[01:05.14]And you need to stop frontin'
[01:06.64]You go to the dealership
[01:07.99]But you never cop nothin'
[01:09.65]You been hustlin' a long time
[01:10.99]And you ain't got nothin'
[01:11.53]
[01:11.80]
[01:24.04]Damn homie, in highschool you was the man, homie
[01:28.09]What the **** happened you
[01:29.70]I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda
[01:32.17]B***h you play with my paper, you gonna meet my berrett
[01:34.91]Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
[01:37.88]I'm livin once then deada, I know I can do betta'
[01:40.81]She look good but I know she after my chedda
[01:43.78]She tryin' to get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her
[01:46.89]Be easy, stop the bullshit, you get your whole crew we
[01:50.11]We're in the club doing the same old two step
[01:53.14]Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out
[01:56.65]Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out
[01:58.84]
[01:59.14]（chorus times 2）
[02:23.43]Me I'm no mobsta', me I'm no gangsta'
[02:26.19]Me I'm no hitman, me I'm just me, me
[02:29.30]Me I'm no w**ksta', me I'm no acta'
[02:32.37]But it's me you see on your TV
[02:34.82]Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so eas
[02:37.44]I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy
[02:40.40]By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
[02:43.49]If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
[02:46.67]****ers sayin' they gonna murda 50, how
[02:49.28]We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
[02:52.39]What you know about AK's and AR 15's?
[02:55.35]Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and infra beams, huh
[02:58.79]
[03:22.50]（chorus times 2）
[03:22.84]A-ha
[03:24.26]Damn homie

作词 : FREEMAN, JOHN/JACKSON, CURTIS
Whooo
Yeah
It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a lot of living to do before I die
And I ain't got time to waste
Let's make it
You said you were a gangsta but you never pop nothin'
We said you were a W**ksta 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'ma run up on you with the nine
We do this all the time, right now we on the grind
So hurry up and copy go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she's so fine, I gotta make her mine
A ass like that gotta be one of a kind
I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every line
I'm ****ing with they min
I make them press rewind
They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
Been on parole since 94 cuz I commit the crime
I send you my line, I did it three to nine
If d's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes
（chorus times 2）
You said you were a gangsta
But you neva pop nothin'
We said you were a w**ksta
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 highschool you was the man, homie
What the **** happened you
I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda
B***h you play with my paper, you gonna meet my berrett
Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I'm livin once then deada, I know I can do betta'
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryin' to get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her
Be easy, stop the bullshit, you get your whole crew we
We're in the club doing the same old two step
Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out
Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out
（chorus times 2）
Me I'm no mobsta', me I'm no gangsta'
Me I'm no hitman, me I'm just me, me
Me I'm no w**ksta', me I'm no acta'
But it's me you see on your TV
Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so eas
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 gonna pop my heat
****ers sayin' they gonna murda 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 infra beams, huh
（chorus times 2）
A-ha
Damn homie