fifty cent - as the world turns lyrics
[50 cent]
uhh..uh huh uh huhh…uh huh uh huhh…uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh
uh huh uh huhh…uh huh uh huhh…uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh
money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke
what [echo]
money make the world go round, as the world turns
money make the world go round, as the world turns
n-gg- i need money to main-tainn
hustalin aint a gamee
n-gg- go and gets the grainn
gon’ get tore out the framee
t.vs in the rangee
i’m in ta nice thanggs i slang weed (snort)
coc-ainee and herio-anee
50 cent
that’s my namee
n-gg- i bring the painn
you thought sh-t stay the samee
n-gg- sh-t gon’ change
put a bullet in your brainn
n-gg- at close range
run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherf-ckin chainn
aint nuittin funny mangg
i’m about my money mangg
b-tch get down on that track and get my money, i aint playinn
better understan what i’m sayin,
what i’m sayin, i aint playin
i’ll be, in front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn
any n-gg- that’s in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee
crackers’ll put ya in chains
box’ll drive you insane
sun can’t shine all the time, man it’s gotta rain
that whole loose? is ill
you better crack the whip mang
[chorus – 50 cent]
a pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes)
a hustla aint a hustla with no motherf-ckin dough (dough)
a thug aint a thug if his gun don’t smoke (smoke)
a playa aint a playa if his -ss dead broke (broke)
a pimp aint a pimp with no motherf-ckin hoes (hoes)
a hustla aint a hustla with no motherf-ckin dough (dough)
a thug aint a thug if his gun don’t smoke (smoke)
a playa aint a playa if his -ss dead broke (broke)
[50 cent]
i live
life in the fast lane
man i aint got nuttin ta lose
everythin a game
either you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changee
n-gg-, you
go against the grain
i’ll make you
walk wit a cane now n-gg- now
who you gon’ blamee
when sh-t aint the same
n-gg- n-body hears your namee
you got down wit a gangg
o thirty-one blood
ya’ll n-gg-s do your thang
you got 2 felonies
f-ck it, go out wit a bangg
ya’ll n-gg-s wanna hangg
wit n-gg-s that fitlthy rich
they aint even got ta talk
to take your b-tch
one look was all it took
she seen the benz-o
she seen them t.vs
and them big ol’ chriz-omes
a-yo the b-tch useta bring you dough
useta be your bottom hoe
now your paper comin’ slow
she feel like she had ta go
roll wit them rich n-gg-s and ball with them ball-az
politic wit the w-ll–s the real shot call-az
[bun b]
i got one life to live
follow that light that keeps on guidin me
hate-az tryin me
hoes is a-bidein me
media ride me
king a the underground
so the streets is steady hide-in me
representin sure taste-az
the yay keep takin pride in me
streets
deciple slide-in me
status reports the badest you caught
walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport
i can’t stay away like too $hort
i gots ta break a b-st-rds back
tore em up, get em ready ta port
put em on the master track
i blast the facts the life in the grill
gorilla pimpin
if i have ta mack ya wife then i will
it’s me and 50 cent my n-gg-
live in trife, and that’s real
talkin sh-t on us, that’s like pullin out a knife and don’t kill
that’s on for treal (?)
i’m on for million wit your pit, in the cl-t that sh-t true
i split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, without you even
knoin
got you strippin and even hoe-in
you don’t wanna let the pro in the door
this what we showin
a pimp aint a pimp with no motherf-ckin hoes (hoes)
a hustla aint a hustla with no motherf-ckin dough (dough)
a thug aint a thug if his gun don’t smoke (smoke)
a playa aint a playa if his -ss dead broke (broke)
[repeat]
[50 cent]
is your b-tch your b-tch or is your b-tch mines?
is your b-tch your b-tch all the time?
you done got your paper, now it’s time i get mines
except the serve and everything’ll be fine
b-tch!
[50 cent talking over beat]
runnin from pimpin…b-tch you need to run to some pimpin
wit them cheap -ss payless shoes you got on hoe
you still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look like
look at you motherf-cka here
huh b-tch?
how you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe?
b-tch get off the sidewalk and into the street
b-tch the sidewalk is for pimpin b-tch!
[fades]
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