8 Mile Soundtrack Wanksta Lyrics

Wanksta Lyrics

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 afte