50 cent Mahsun belalim

You said you a gangster but you never pop nuttin We said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You ain t a friend of mine, (yeah) You ain t no kin of mine, (nah) What makes you think that I wont run up on you with the nine We do this all the time, right now we on the grind So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dicks Shorty she so fine, I gotta make her mine A arss like that gotta be one of a kind I crush em everytime, punch em with every line I m fucking with they mind I make em press rewind They know they can t shine if I m around the rhyme Been on parole since 94 cause I commit the crime I send you my line, I did it three to nine If D s ran up in my crib, you know who dropping dimes Chorus 2X: 50 Cent You said you a gangsta But you never pop nothing We said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership But you never cop nuttin