[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 Check this out 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