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