Wanksta
50 Cent; Eminem; Obie Trice Lyrics

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Yea, 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 say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothing
We say you a wanksta, then you need to stop fronting

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 nine, (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 every time, punch em wit every line
I'm fucking with they mind, I make em press rewind
They know they can't shine, If I'm around to rhyme
Been on parole since ninety four, cause I commit the crime
I say them my line, I did it three to nine
The D's ran up in my crib, you know who drop the dime

You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothing,
You say you a wanksta, then you need to stop fronting
You go to the dealership, but you don't never cop nothing
You been hustling a long time, but you ain't got nothing
You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothing
You say you a wanksta, then you need to stop fronting
You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothing
You been hustling long time, but you ain't got nothing

Damn homie,
In high school 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 'cause, 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 nothing,
You say you a wanksta, then you need to stop fronting
You go to the dealership, but you don't never cop nothing
You been hustling a long time, but you ain't got nothing
You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothing
You say you a wanksta, then you need to stop fronting
You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothing
You been hustling long time, but you ain't got nothing

Me, I'm no mobster, me, I'm no gangsta
Me, I'm no hit man, (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 getting what you get for a brick, to talk greasy
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
When you play me close, fa' sure, I'ma pop my heat
Niggas say they goin' murder 50, how
We riding round wit guns the size, of Lil' Bow Wow
What you know about AK's and are-15's
Equipped wit night vision, shell catchers and empties, huh

You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothing,
You say you a wanksta, then you need to stop fronting
You go to the dealership, but you don't never cop nothing
You been hustling a long time, but you ain't got nothing
You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothing
You say you a wanksta, then you need to stop fronting
You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothing
You been hustling long time, but you ain't got nothing

Damn homie!

Overall Meaning

The song "Wanksta" by 50 Cent, Eminem, and Obie Trice is a scathing takedown of individuals who pretend to be something they’re not. The song opens with 50 Cent, aka Ferrari F-50, proclaiming that he doesn't have time to waste and wants to make the most of his life. The chorus revolves around calling out those who claim to be gangsters but have never actually done anything to prove it. The lyrics describe how 50 Cent's crew is always on the grind and how they’ve been committed to their lifestyle for a long time.

The later part of the song talks about how 50 Cent and his crew have become successful through their various business dealings. He scoffs at those who try to mess with their money and claims that he will go to any lengths to protect it. The song is an anthem about the value of integrity and authenticity. It is a message to the wannabes and fakes to stay out of their lane because they don't have the stones for the lifestyle.

Line by Line Meaning

Yea, It's 50, A.K.A. Ferrari, F-50, break it down
I have a lot of aliases but you know me as 50. Let's get to it!

I got a lot of living, to do before I die, And I ain't got time to waste. Let's make it
I have a lot I want to achieve in my life and no time to waste. Let's get to work.

You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothing We say you a wanksta, then you need to stop fronting
You claim to be a gangster but you have never actually done anything. We call you a fake and you need to stop pretending.

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 nine, (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)
You are not my friend and we have no connection. If you continue to act tough, I will come after you with a gun. We are currently busy making money from selling drugs, so hurry up and buy some to resell in smaller quantities.

Shortie, she so fine, I gotta make her mine, A ass like that, gotta be one of a kind,(Whoo) I crush em every time, punch em wit every line I'm fucking with they mind, I make em press rewind They know they can't shine, If I'm around to rhyme
There is a girl I am attracted to and I am determined to win her over. She has a unique and attractive physique. I am confident in my ability to impress and manipulate others with my rhymes. No one else can hope to shine when I am around.

Been on parole since ninety four, cause I commit the crime I say them my line, I did it three to nine The D's ran up in my crib, you know who drop the dime
I have been on parole for many years because of my criminal history. I am not afraid to admit my involvement in crimes, even serving time in prison. The police came to my house because someone tipped them off.

Damn homie, In high school 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 'cause, they say we bugged out Cause we don't go nowhere without toast be thugged out
I remember when you were popular in high school, but now you have fallen from grace. If you mess with my money, I will use a gun against you. There is a girl I like but I know she only wants my money. I won't let her take advantage of me. Be careful, if you cause trouble, you will face the consequences. We're at the club doing our usual dance, and people call us crazy and dangerous because we are always carrying weapons.

Me, I'm no mobster, me, I'm no gangsta Me, I'm no hit man, (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 getting what you get for a brick, to talk greasy By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets When you play me close, fa' sure, I'ma pop my heat Niggas say they goin' murder 50, how We riding round wit guns the size, of Lil' Bow Wow What you know about AK's and are-15's Equipped wit night vision, shell catchers and empties, huh
Even though I am not a gangster or a hitman, I am still successful in the rap industry. Making music comes easily to me and it pays off financially. I will do whatever it takes to survive in these dangerous neighborhoods, including using my gun when threatened. Some people say they want to murder me, but they can't match up to the firepower of my weapons. I am well-prepared with the latest guns and equipment.

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JOHN FREEMAN, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON

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