50 50 Luv

[Gangster Dresta]

(50/50 love)
Yeah, for 199 muthafukin 5 (50/50 love)
Gangster Dresta just stepped through tha doors once again (50/50 love)
Dedicating this one to all my nigga's all across tha land (50/50 love)
We need a 50/50 luv back in tha hood you know
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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

I Ain't talkin about 70/30
(A 50/50)
Not 60/40 eah
(A 50/50)
Imm talkin about 50/50 luv
(A 50/50 love)
Yeah

Tha homie's used 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 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 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
G coz it was 50/50 luv

I Aint talkin about 70/30
(A 50/50)
Not 60/40 eah
(A 50/50)
Imm talkin about 50/50 luv
(A 50/50 love)
Yeah

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 tumbstones'
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 the day's was
Coz coz it was 50/50 luv

I Aint talkin about 70/30
(A 50/50)
Not 60/04 eah
(A 50/50)
I'm talkin about 50/50 luv
(A 50/50 love)
Yeah

50/50 Luv, oh-oh