The greatest beat selection of all time and get rich or die tryin proves it. Ain't nobody has this beat, in da club, patiently waiting, PIMP, many men all on 1 tape!
Alot of y'all don't realize the vibe that this particular beat gives me every morning when I wake up like seriously this specific instrumental is timeless and encouraging as far as hustling and grinding on certain predicaments and situations of alot of brothers in life that includes me and the person reading this right now. I believe anyone in the world can make a freestyle/song out of this particular beat especially in the concept of how they evolved they're "Juice & Progressive Stripes" during the days they had to "Grind & Re-Up" at the time 2 not to just satisfy & quench the hunger of themselves but 4 their family and people that they care about. This beat really epitomizes the selflessness in me in some ironic and generous way.🙏🔥💯
It reminds us all of the vibe of the time we first heard it. i get the same feeling about baseball, heard the highschool girls playing it while we were on middleschool team lol
Intro] Woo! Yeah It's 50 a.k.a. Ferrari F-50 Break it down I got a lot of livin' to do 'fore I die And I ain't got time to waste Let's make it [Verse 1] You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You ain't no friend of mine (Yeah!), you ain't no kin of mine (C'mon!) What makes you think that I won't run up on you with a 9? (Uh-huh) We do this all the time (What?), right now we on the grind (Yeah) So hurry up and cop and go, we sellin' nicks and dimes (Uh-huh) Shorty, she so fine, I gotta make her mine An ass like that gotta be one of a kind (Woo!) I crush 'em every time, punch 'em with every line I'm fuckin' with they mind, I make 'em press rewind They know they can't shine if I'm around to rhyme Been on parole since '94 'cause I commit the crime I send you my line, I did a three-to-nine The D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin' dimes [Chorus] You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you don't never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' [Verse 2] Damn, homie In high school you was the man, homie The fuck happened to you? I got the sickest vendetta when it come to the cheddar (Uh-huh) Nigga, you play with my paper, you gon' meet my Beretta Now Shorty think I'ma sweat her (Uh-huh) sippin' on Amaretto (Yeah) I might hit once, then dead her, I know I can do better She look good, but I know she after my cheddar She tryin' to get in my pockets, homie, and I ain't gon' let her Be easy, start some bullshit, you get your whole crew wet We in the club doin' the same old two-step Guerrilla Unit, cuz, they say we bugged out 'Cause we don't go nowhere without toast, we thugged out [Chorus] You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you don't never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' [Bridge] Me I'm no mobster, me I'm no gangsta Me I'm no hitman (Yeah), me I'm just me, me Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no actor But it's me you see on your TV [Verse 3] 'Cause I hustle, baby, this rap shit is so easy I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy (Woo!) By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets When you play me close for sure I'm gonna pop my heat Niggas sayin' they gon' murk 50, how? We ridin' 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow What you know about AK's and AR-15's Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and inf-beams, huh? [Chorus] You say you gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin'
You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You ain't no friend of mine (Yeah!), you ain't no kin of mine (C'mon!) What makes you think that I won't run up on you with a 9? (Uh-huh) We do this all the time (What?), right now we on the grind (Yeah) So hurry up and cop and go, we sellin' nicks and dimes (Uh-huh) Shorty, she so fine, I gotta make her mine An ass like that gotta be one of a kind (Woo!) I crush 'em every time, punch 'em with every line I'm fuckin' with they mind, I make 'em press rewind They know they can't shine if I'm around to rhyme Been on parole since '94 'cause I commit the crime I send you my line, I did a three-to-nine The D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin' dimes [Chorus] You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you don't never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' [Verse 2] Damn, homie In high school you was the man, homie The fuck happened to you? I got the sickest vendetta when it come to the cheddar (Uh-huh) Nigga, you play with my paper, you gon' meet my Beretta Now Shorty think I'ma sweat her (Uh-huh) sippin' on Amaretto (Yeah) I might hit once, then dead her, I know I can do better She look good, but I know she after my cheddar She tryin' to get in my pockets, homie, and I ain't gon' let her Be easy, start some bullshit, you get your whole crew wet We in the club doin' the same old two-step Guerrilla Unit, cuz, they say we bugged out 'Cause we don't go nowhere without toast, we thugged out [Chorus] You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you don't never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' [Bridge] Me I'm no mobster, me I'm no gangsta Me I'm no hitman (Yeah), me I'm just me, me Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no actor But it's me you see on your TV [Verse 3] 'Cause I hustle, baby, this rap shit is so easy I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy (Woo!) By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets When you play me close for sure I'm gonna pop my heat Niggas sayin' they gon' murk 50, how? We ridin' 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow What you know about AK's and AR-15's Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and inf-beams, huh? [Chorus] You say you gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' [Outro] Aha! Damn, homie
This is the more polished edition. In the original version, the whistling noise, if you wanna call it that, had a slightly higher pitch. Those that know, know.
2000 era and beyond is 50 Cent the best rapper for the full package because the idea of rap is winning to get rich or die trying. 90s was all 2pac biggie making party gangsta music. 80s was Run Dmc and public enemy for the conscious folks.
@@Yukon_83 I'll tell you how. In 2000, 50 was shot 9 times and had to stay in hospital for a long time. During that time (early 2000's) Murde Inc (Ja rule, Irv gotti, Ashanti) was on top charts while 50 was starting get from scratch like getting buzz from the streets because of his mixtapes. Eventually Eminem discovered him by listening one of his joints and he signed him to Shady, Aftermath in 2002. Later on that he released "Wanksta", where 50 cent says that Ja rule is a fake gangsta. You know this song is on GRODT album, like when it came out, it was really a definition of resilience.
Gotta get rich i can make it happen Caught me slipping? Never lacking. Something that can never happen. Always in the booth yeah i’m always rapping. Say i’m a bitch to my face something that can never happen. We riding through your block and we is pistol packing.
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - MrInstrumentalRap - Wanksta - Curtis James Jackson III 50Cent [Produced By John J-Praize Freeman & Sha Money XL] [Year: 2002] [Album: Music From & Inspired By The Motion Picture SoundTrack 8 Mile]
Alone or not alone I keep my nose on the grindstone If you don’t like me that won’t apply to me Yeah I’ll keep it real with you in this life I live that’s my say Yeah I’ll keep it real with you in this life I live that’s my say Living my life Like I got plenty of time But I don’t So I gotta make my mind
Been a minute since I did this. But watch me go ahead a catch it! These nigguhs think I'm playing bout gassing em up and wrapping them up in plastic! A young nigguh, but nothing like your average! I got a past , I got a future ! That all comes with baggage! All I know is all money in! I got to keep it stackin! when I comes to rapping, their ain't no way I'll ever yet caught slacking! Just know I'm packing heat and I'm always relaxing!
yeah yeah one time i drank a fresh panda pop oh yeah den da bitches swarmed niggas all like yeah yeah listen uh yeah yeah yeah listen da cops swoop in we swoop out drink anodda panda pop and shake it all about
Bitch I'm ots I'm off them drugs yeah I'm high is he'll flex you on your back like ac Slater saved by the Bell Everybody a gangsta until them niggas go fucking jail playing cards lifting weights reading books up in yo cell I got two phones hit me on my fucking cell I remember back when he had them flip Nextels
