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50 Cent

As the World Turns

 

[50 Cent]

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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

Nigga I need money to main-tainn

Hustalin aint a gamee

Nigga 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

Thats my namee

Nigga I bring the painn

You thought shit stay the samee

Nigga shit gon' change

Put a bullet in your brainn

Nigga at close range

Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherfuckin chainn

Aint nuittin funny mangg

I'm about my money mangg

Bitch 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 nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee

Crackers'll put ya in chains

Box'll drive you insane

Sun cant shine all the time, man its 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 motherfuckin dough (dough)

A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)

A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

 

A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)

A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)

A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)

A playa aint a playa if his ass 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

Nigga, you

Go against the grain

I'll make you

Walk wit a cane now nigga now

Who you gon' blamee

When shit aint the same

Nigga nobody hears your namee

You got down wit a gangg

O thirty-one blood

Ya'll niggas do your thang

You got 2 felonies

Fuck it, go out wit a bangg

Ya'll niggas wanna hangg

Wit niggas that fitlthy rich

They aint even got ta talk

To take your bitch

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 bitch 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 niggas and ball with them ball-az

Politic wit the willies 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 cant stay away like Too $hort

I gots ta break a bastards 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 nigga

Live in trife, and thats real

Talkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill

Thats on for treal (?)

I'm on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit true

I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, without you even

knoin

Got you strippin and even hoe-in

You dont wanna let the pro in the door

This what we showin

 

A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)

A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)

A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)

A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

 

[Repeat]

 

[50 Cent]

Is your bitch your bitch or is your bitch mines?

Is your bitch your bitch all the time?

You done got your paper, now its time I get mines

Except the serve and everything'll be fine

Bitch!

 

[50 Cent talking over beat]

Runnin from pimpin...bitch you need to run TO some pimpin

Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on hoe

You still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look like

Look at you motherfucka here

Huh bitch?

How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe?

Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street

Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch!

 

[Fades]

 

 

 

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