50 / 50 Luv (Explicit) - B.G. Knocc Out/Dre'sta

50 50 love

Yeah for 199-motherfuckin'-5

50 50 love

Gangsta dresta done stomped through the doors once again

50 50 love

Dedicating this one to all my n***as all across the land

50 50 love

We need a 50 50 love back in the hood loc

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I walked through the turf

Me and smurf jibba-jabbing about the old days

Smokin' on a joint listenin' to the o'jays

Fucks up my mind to see how times changed

It's all kinda strange ain't a d**n thang the same

Back when it was all about packin' switchblade

Half of us down now is runnin' around b***h made

Didn't wanna fight brothers grown that was known

But now it's on if one of

The homies come at me wrong

Back then things was like hyped

Even if the homies fight still kept the 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 n***as wanna benzie

Money and d**e done brought jealousy and envy

N***as got greedy and the needy got left back

Now your own homie is the victim of your next jack

Serving n***a with the gat stuffed in your mouth

Used to sleep on your couch spending nights at your house

And it's a d**n shame that the hood ain't like it was

I'm talkin' about a 50 50 love

I ain't talkin' about 70 30 a 50 50

Not 60 40 a 50 50

I'm talkin' about 50 50 love yeah

I ain't talkin' about 70 30 a 50 50

Not 60 40 a 50 50

I'm talkin' about 50 50 love yeah

The homies used to take us to

The liquor store to steal beer

That was when my cousin gugulo was still here

Buddy gave a party like almost every weekend

I've been tryna sneak in tryna put my freak in

See how times changed one of

The sets we used to fight with

But that set now is one of

The sets that we tight with

Time's still changin' 'cause brothers turnin' into snitches

Can't separate the real n***as from the b***hes

Even in the jailhouse n***as being phony

You really don't know who to treat like a homie

Back in the day we used to claim we was brothers

And cousins and s**t and now we can't trust each other

Gotta watch my back not just 'cause

A brother gaze for n***as that

Bang for the same thang that I claim

Homies locked down doing time in a chamber

We talking about 'em a lot but yet

We treating 'em like a stranger

I recollect the days when

I was back in like the 6th grade

Tucking about behind the og's

Learning how the trick's played

D**n a n***a really kinda

Miss how them days was g

'Cause it was 50 50 love

I ain't talkin' about 70 30 a 50 50

Not 60 40 a 50 50

I'm talkin' about 50 50 love yeah

I ain't talkin' about 70 30 a 50 50

Not 60 40 a 50 50

I'm talkin' about 50 50 love yeah

For the homies that's resting

I pour a little drink right

But how many others go visit

Them at their grave site

Forget the bulls**t pass the

Hats around the room homes

Let's go and visit the homies and put

Some flowers on their tomb stones yeah

'Cause that's the least we can do you know

Be in the hood that they died

Fo' and loved ones cried fo'

I missed 'em with a passion fo' what it's worth

I hope I meet 'em again when I leave from this earth

And we done lost many of 'em

And it's a shame that we let 'em go

Without letting 'em know we love 'em

But now I'ma let the homies rest in peace

And all the homies that's beefing with each other loc gotta cease

I can't speak about nobody else

Can't peace treat with nobody else

Until we be peace with ourselves

Homies ain't homies like they was

I really don't know who wants to fill me with slugs

Without the backstabbing everything would probably be fun

That's how it is in the hood that I come from

D**n a n***a really kinda miss how them days was cus'

'Cause it was 50 50 love

I ain't talkin' about 70 30 a 50 50

Not 60 40 a 50 50

I'm talkin' about 50 50 love yeah

I ain't talkin' about 70 30 a 50 50

Not 60 40 a 50 50

I'm talkin' about 50 50 love yeah

I ain't talkin' about 70 30 a 50 50

Not 60 40 a 50 50

I'm talkin' about 50 50 love yeah

50 50 love yeah