50/50 Luv

[Intro: Dresta]

50/50 love

Yeah, for 199-mother******'-5

50/50 love

Gangsta Dresta done stomped through the doors once again

50/50 love

Dedicating this one to all my ******s all across the land

50/50 love

We need a 50/50 love back in the hood, loc

Check this out

[Verse 1: Dresta]

I walked through the turf

Me and Smurf jibba-jabbing about the old days

Smokin' on a joint, listenin' to The O'Jays

******s up my mind to see how times changed

It's all kinda strange, ain't a damn thang the same

Back when it was all about packin' switchblade

Half of us down now is runnin' around ************ 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 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 Chevys, now ******s wanna Benzie

Money and **** done brought jealousy and envy

******s got greedy and the needy got left back

Now your own homie is the victim of your next jack

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

Used to sleep on your couch, spending nights at your house

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

I'm talkin' about a 50/50 love

[Hook] (x2)

I ain't talkin' about 70/30 (A 50/50)

Not 60/40 (A 50/50)

I'm talkin' about 50/50 love, yeah

[Verse 2: Dresta]

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 brothas turnin' into snitches

Can't separate the real ******s from the ************

Even in the jailhouse ******s being phony

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

Back in the day we used to claim we was brothas

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

Gotta watch my back not just cause a brotha gaze for ******s 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 O.G.'s. learning how the trick's played

Damn, a ****** really kinda miss how them days was, G

Cause it was 50/50 love

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 3: B.G, Knocc Out]

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 bull************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'mma 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 it 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

Damn, a ****** really kinda miss how them days was, cus

Cause it was 50/50 love.

（In memory of Eazy-E, R.I.P)