50 50 Luv

[Gangster Dresta]

Yeah, for 199 muthafukin 5

Gangster Dresta just stepped through tha doors once again

Dedicating this one to all my nigga's all across tha land

We need a 50/50 luv back in tha hood you know

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

Fuck's up my mind to see how time's changed

It's all kinda strange

Ain't a damn thang to say

Back when it's was all about packing six blade

Half of us, down now was running round bitch maid

Did'nt wanna fight brotha's grown that was known

But now it's on it

One of dem homie's wont let me wrong

Back then thing's were like high

Even if tha homie's fight

We still kept tha hood tight

Damn wit eachother to tha last bit

Now we got homie's puttin eachother's in tha casket's

Used to roll shippy's now

Nigga's wanna bennzee

Money and dope dem brought jealousy and envy

Nigga's got greedy

And tha needy got left back

Now your own homie is tha bitch of above your neck jack

Sellin if your wit tha gat

Strut in your mouth

Used to sleep on your couch

Spendin night's at your house

And it's a damn change that tha hood ain't like it was

Imm talkin about a 50/50 luv

[Chorus x2]

I Aint talkin about 75

(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 bodie like mostly every weekend

I've been trynna sneak in

Trynna put my freak in

See how time's changed when the sack's we used to bit wit

Wit act's at now

Is one of tha sack's that we tight wiv

Time's still changing coz brotha's toning wiv tha stiches

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 licker's that

Bang from tha same thang that I claim

Homie's locked down doing time in a chamber

We talkin bout a lot be out treatin dem like a stranger

I think I liked tha day's when I was back in like tha sixth grade

Tickin about behind tha O-G's

Learning how tha trick's played

Damn a nigga really kinda miss how dem day's was

Gee coz it was 50/50 luv

[Chorus x2]

I Aint talkin about 75

(A 50/50)

Not 64 eah

(A 50/50)

Imm talkin about 50/50 luv

Yeah

[B.G knocc outt]

But 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 tume stone

Yeah coz that's tha leased 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 turf

And haven't lost many of dem

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

Coz coz it was 50/50 luv

[Chorus x3]

I Aint talkin about 75

(A 50/50)

Not 64 eah

(A 50/50)

I'm talkin about 50/50 luv

Yeah

Luv Ohh.