Bg Knocc Out - 50&50 Luv (ft. Gangsta Dresta) Şarkı Sözleri

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50&50 love
Yeah, for 199-motherfuckin'-5
50&50 love
Gangsta Dresta just stepped through the doors once again
50&50 love
Dedicating this one to all my niggas all across the land
50&50 love
We need a 50&50 love back in the hood, loc
Check this out


I walked through the turf
Me and Smurf jibba-jabbing about the old days
Smokin' on a joint
Listenin' to The O'Jays
Fucks up my mind to see how times changed
It's all kinda strange
Ain't a damn thang the same
Back when it was all about packin' switchblade
Half of us down now is runnin' around 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 was like hyped
Even if the homies fight
Still kept the hood tight
Down with each other to the last bit
Now we got homies puttin' each others into caskets
Used to roll in Chevys, now niggas wanna benzie
Money and dope dem brought jealousy and envy
Niggas got greedy and the needy got left back
Now your own homie is the victim of your next jack
Servin' nigga with the gat
Stuffed in your mouth
Used to sleep on your couch
Spendin' nights at your house
And it's a damn shame that the hood ain't like it was
I'm talkin' about a 50&50 luv



I ain't talkin' about 70&30
(A 50&50)
Not 60&40
(A 50&50)
I'm talkin' about 50&50 love, yeah


The homies used to take us to the liquor store to steal beer
That was when my cousin Gugulo was still here
Buddy gave a party like almost every weekend
I've been tryna sneak in, tryna put my freak in
See how times changed, one of the sets we used to fight with
But that set now is one of the sets that we tight with
Time's still changin' cause brothas turnin' into snitches
Can't seperate the real niggas from the bitches
Even in the jailhouse niggas being phony
You really don't know, who to treat like a homie
Back in the day we used to claim we was brothas
And cousins and shit and now we can't trust eachother
Gotta watch my back not just cause a brotha gaze for niggas that
Bang for the same thang that I claim
Homies locked down doing time in a chamber
We talkin' about 'em a lot but yet we treatin' 'em like a stranger
I recollect the days when I was back in like the 6th grade
Tuckin' about behind the O.G.'s
Learnin' how the trick's played
Damn, a nigga really kinda miss how them days was, G
Cause it was 50&50 love




For the homies that's restin' I pour a little drink right
But how many others go visit dem at their grave site
Forget the bullshit, pass the hats around the room homes
Let's go and visit the homies and put some flowers on their tomb stones
Yeah, cause that's the least we can do, you know
Be in the hood that they died fo And loved ones cried fo I missed 'em with a passion fo' what it's worth
I hope I meet 'em again when I leave from this earth
And we done lost many of 'em
And it's a shame that we let 'em go
Without lettin' 'em know we love 'em
But now I'mma let the homies rest in peace
And all the homies that's beefin' with eachother, loc, gotta cease
I can't speak about nobody else
Can't be street with nobody else until we be peace with ourselves
Homies ain't homies like it was
I really don't know who wants to fill me with slugs
Without the backstabbin Everything would probably fun
That's how it is in the hood that I come from
Damn, a nigga really kinda miss how dem days was
Cause it was 50&50 love