[Gangster Dresta]
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Yeah, for 19 ninty muthafukin 5
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Gangster Dresta just stepped through tha doors once again
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Dedicating this one to all my niggas all across tha land
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We need a 50/50 luv back in tha hood loc
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Check this out
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[Verse 1]
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I walked through tha turf, me and smurf Jibajabaing about tha old day's
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Smokin on a joint
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Listening to tha old jay's
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Fucks up my mind to see how times changed
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It's all kinda strange
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Ain't a damn thang the same
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Back when it's was all about packing swiss blade
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Half of us down, now is running round bitch made
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Didn't wanna fight brothas grown that was known
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But now it's on, if one of the homies come at me wrong
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Back then things were like hyped
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Even if tha homies fight
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Shit kept tha hood tight
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Down with each other to the last bit
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Now we got homies puttin each others into caskets
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Used to roll in chevies
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Now niggas wanna benzee
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Money and dope dem brought jealousy and envy
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Nigga's got greedy
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And tha needy got left back
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Now your own homie is tha victim of your next jack
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Serving nigga with tha gat
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Stuffed in your mouth
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Used to sleep on your couch
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Spendin night's at your house
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And it's a damn shame that tha hood ain't like it was
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Imm talkin about a 50/50 luv
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[Chorus x2]
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I Aint talkin about 73'rd
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(A 50/50)
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Not 64 eah
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(A 50/50)
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Imm talkin about 50/50 luv
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Yeah
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[Verse 2]
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Tha homie's uesd to take us to tha liquor store to steel beer
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That was when my cosin gigalo was still here
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Body gave a party like almost every weekend
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I've been trynna sneak in
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Trynna put my freak in
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See how time's changed, one of the sets we used to fight with
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But that set now
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Is one of tha sets that we tight with
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Time's still changing coz brotha's turning into snitches
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Can't seperate tha real nigga's from tha bitch'es
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Even in the jail house, nigga's being foney
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You really don't know
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Who to treat like a homie
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Back in the day's we used to claim we was brotha's
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And cosin's and shit
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And now we can't trust eachother
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Gotta watch my back
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Not just coz a brotha gaze for niggaz that
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Bang for tha same thang that I claim
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Homie's locked down doing time in a chamber
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We talkin bout em a lot but yet we treatim em like a stranger
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I recollect tha day's when I was back in like tha sixth grade
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Tuckin about behind tha O-G's
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Learning how tha trick's played
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Damn a nigga really kinda miss how the day's was
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Gee coz it was 50/50 luv
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[Chorus x2]
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I Aint talkin about 73'rd
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(A 50/50)
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Not 64 eah
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(A 50/50)
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Imm talkin about 50/50 luv
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Yeah
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[B.G knocc outt]
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For tha homie's that's restin
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A fo a little drink right
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Behind many other's we go visit dem at there grave stake
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Forget tha bullshit
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Pass tha hat around tha room home's
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Let's go and visit tha homie's and put some flower's on dem tomb stones
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Yeah coz that's tha least we can do you know
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Be in tha hood that they died fo
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And loved one's cryin fo
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I missed dem wit a passion fo wat it's worth
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I hope I meet dem again when I leave from this earth
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And? lost many of em
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And it's a shame that we let dem go
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Without lettin dem know we love dem
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But now imma let tha homie's rest in peace
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And all tha homie's that's sleepin wit eachother
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Lo That god aseecee's
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Can't speak about know body else
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Can't be street wit no body else until
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We be peace wit ourselves
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Homie's ain't homie's like dem was
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I really don't know who want's to fill me wit slug's
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Without tha backstabbin
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Every thing would probably fun
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That's how it is in tha hood that I come from
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Damn a nigga really kinda miss how dem day's was
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Cuzz, coz it was 50/50 luv
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[Chorus x3]
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I Aint talkin about 73'rd
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(A 50/50)
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Not 64 eah
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(A 50/50)
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I'm talkin about 50/50 luv
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Yeah
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Luv Ohh.
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50/50 Luv
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| Bg Knocc Out & Dresta |
