50-50 Luv Lyrics

[Gangster Dresta]

Yeah, for 19 ninty muthafukin 5

Gangster Dresta just stepped through tha doors once again

Dedicating this one to all my niggas all across tha land

We need a 50/50 luv back in tha hood loc

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

Fucks up my mind to see how times changed

It's all kinda strange

Ain't a damn thang the same

Back when it's was all about packing swiss blade

Half of us down, now is running round 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 were like hyped

Even if tha homies fight

Shit kept tha hood tight

Down with each other to the last bit

Now we got homies puttin each others into caskets

Used to roll in chevies

Now niggas wanna benzee

Money and dope dem brought jealousy and envy

Nigga's got greedy

And tha needy got left back

Now your own homie is tha victim of your next jack

Serving nigga with tha gat

Stuffed in your mouth

Used to sleep on your couch

Spendin night's at your house

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

Imm talkin about a 50/50 luv

[Chorus x2]

I Aint talkin about 73'rd

(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 party like almost every weekend

I've been trynna sneak in

Trynna put my freak in

See how time's changed, one of the sets we used to fight with

But that set now

Is one of tha sets that we tight with

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'sBg Knocc Out & Dresta - 50-50 Luv - http://motolyrics.com/bg-knocc-out-and-dresta/50-50-luv-lyrics.html

And cosin's and shit

And now we can't trust eachother

Gotta watch my back

Not just coz a brotha gaze for niggaz that

Bang for tha same thang that I claim

Homie's locked down doing time in a chamber

We talkin bout em a lot but yet we treatim em like a stranger

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

Tuckin about behind tha O-G's

Learning how tha trick's played

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

Gee coz it was 50/50 luv

[Chorus x2]

I Aint talkin about 73'rd

(A 50/50)

Not 64 eah

(A 50/50)

Imm talkin about 50/50 luv

Yeah

[B.G knocc outt]

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 tomb stones

Yeah coz that's tha least 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 earth

And? lost many of em

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

Cuzz, coz it was 50/50 luv

[Chorus x3]

I Aint talkin about 73'rd

(A 50/50)

Not 64 eah

(A 50/50)

I'm talkin about 50/50 luv

Yeah

Luv Ohh.