[ti:50/50 Luv]
[ar:B.G. Knocc out]
[al:Real Brothas]
[by:lrc.d4321.com]
[00:04.070] 50/50 love
[00:06.280] Yeah, for 199-mother******'-5
[00:10.000] 50/50 love
[00:11.560] Gangsta Dresta done stomped through the doors once again
[00:14.040] 50/50 love
[00:15.680] Dedicating this one to all my ******s all across the land
[00:17.010] 50/50 love
[00:21.620] We need a 50/50 love back in the hood, loc
[00:24.910] Check this out
[00:26.020] [Verse 1: Dresta]
[00:27.060] I walked through the turf
[00:28.200] Me and Smurf jibba-jabbing about the old days
[00:29.740] Smokin' on a joint, listenin' to The O'Jays
[00:32.600] ******s up my mind to see how times changed
[00:35.170] It's all kinda strange, ain't a damn thang the same
[00:37.900] Back when it was all about packin' switchblade
[00:40.640] Half of us down now is runnin' around ************ made
[00:43.340] Didn't wanna fight brothas grown that was known
[00:45.910] But now it's on, if one of the homies come at me wrong
[00:49.240] Back then things was like hyped
[00:51.410] Even if the homies fight, still kept the hood tight
[00:53.900] Down with each other to the last bit
[00:56.330] Now we got homies puttin' each others into caskets
[00:59.160] Used to roll in Chevys, now ******s wanna Benzie
[01:01.720] Money and **** done brought jealousy and envy
[01:04.660] ******s got greedy and the needy got left back
[01:07.310] Now your own homie is the victim of your next jack
[01:10.000] Serving ****** with the gat stuffed in your mouth
[01:12.450] Used to sleep on your couch, spending nights at your house
[01:15.570] And it's a damn shame that the hood ain't like it was
[01:18.380] I'm talkin' about a 50/50 love
[01:20.530] [Hook] (x2)
[01:21.800] I ain't talkin' about 70/30 (A 50/50)
[01:23.870] Not 60/40 (A 50/50)
[01:25.990] I'm talkin' about 50/50 love, yeah
[01:41.560] [Verse 2: Dresta]
[01:42.790] The homies used to take us to the liquor store to steal beer
[01:45.910] That was when my cousin Gugulo was still here
[01:48.640] Buddy gave a party like almost every weekend
[01:51.220] I've been tryna sneak in, tryna put my freak in
[01:53.760] See how times changed, one of the sets we used to fight with
[01:56.580] But that set now is one of the sets that we tight with
[01:59.460] Time's still changin' cause brothas turnin' into snitches
[02:02.150] Can't separate the real ******s from the ************
[02:04.920] Even in the jailhouse ******s being phony
[02:07.560] You really don't know, who to treat like a homie
[02:10.450] Back in the day we used to claim we was brothas
[02:13.060] And cousins and ************t and now we can't trust each other
[02:15.700] Gotta watch my back not just cause a brotha gaze for ******s that
[02:18.730] Bang for the same thang that I claim
[02:21.600] Homies locked down doing time in a chamber
[02:23.870] We talking about 'em a lot but yet we treating 'em like a stranger
[02:26.700] I recollect the days when I was back in like the 6th grade
[02:29.630] Tucking about behind the O.G.'s. learning how the trick's played
[02:32.690] Damn, a ****** really kinda miss how them days was, G
[02:37.090] Cause it was 50/50 love
[02:38.650] [Hook] (x2)
[02:57.520] [Verse 3: B.G, Knocc Out]
[02:59.580] For the homies that's resting, I pour a little drink right
[03:02.240] But how many others go visit them at their grave site
[03:05.080] Forget the bull************t, pass the hats around the room homes
[03:07.800] Let's go and visit the homies and put some flowers on their tomb stones
[03:11.190] Yeah, cause that's the least we can do, you know
[03:13.560] Be in the hood that they died fo' and loved ones cried fo'
[03:17.220] I missed 'em with a passion fo' what it's worth
[03:19.770] I hope I meet 'em again when I leave from this earth
[03:22.770] And we done lost many of 'em
[03:24.720] And it's a shame that we let 'em go
[03:26.490] Without letting 'em know we love 'em
[03:28.270] But now I'mma let the homies rest in peace
[03:30.190] And all the homies that's beefing with each other, loc, gotta cease
[03:33.640] I can't speak about nobody else
[03:35.330] Can’t peace treat with nobody else
[03:37.220] Until we be peace with ourselves
[03:38.900] Homies ain't homies like it was
[03:40.920] I really don't know who wants to fill me with slugs
[03:43.590] Without the backstabbing everything would probably be fun
[03:46.240] That's how it is in the hood that I come from
[03:49.380] Damn, a ****** really kinda miss how them days was, cus
[03:52.630] Cause it was 50/50 love.
[04:28.520] （In memory of Eazy-E, R.I.P)