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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMake Money By Any Means
(feat. Noreaga)[Chorus - 50 Cent]It ain't easy to make money (Whoo)So now everybody wanna take money (Uh huh, uh huh)You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money (Take money, uh)Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight moneyIt ain't a game[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]You can call me player yeah, but I ain't playing fair (Uh huh)Takers say I'm the hottest thang comin' this year (No doubt, haIn the hood niggas know, how I handle my problemsI walk up close, and I fo', fo' revolve 'emDon't make me run to you, put the gun to youHave yo ass on Phil Donahue explaining what the fuck I done toyouThug niggas in the street saying I'm sunning youDude I'll smoke you every motherfucker under youPeople say chill, but still I do, what I wanna doFor now on, when I speak, y'all niggas better listenWhy run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no conditionStill got shit on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing(hahaha)[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent w/ Noreaga in background]It ain't easy to make moneySo now everybody wanna take moneyYou ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake moneyFuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight moneyIt ain't a gameIt ain't easy to make moneySo now everybody wanna take moneyYou ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake moneyFuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight moneyIt ain't a game[Verse 2 - Noreaga]Yo where my down South niggas at, I'm playing piddy-patWit this kitty cat, bitch swear she a city ratIt's Nore now, here look read the story nowMy name Nore, and niggas know how I ripAnd if I don't feel a nigga, I don't get on his shitY'all can love me, or hate me, or suck my dickI like my hoes just like Summer, no classAnd niggas working so hard, and getting no assWhy y'all niggas acting like, it's all ill in y'all squareMotherfucker you ain't know that it's a hood everywhereMe and 50 vandal, no we always run scandalWeak niggas, have us lighting up candlesSending out roses, condolences, noticesFocuses on, niggas like Fu QuanYo in they ground, niggas that don't get no boundY'all keep my word, don't love no birdGet a beef from TM, and just twist my herb[Chorus - 50 Cent]So now everybody wanna take moneyYou ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake moneyFuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight moneyIt ain't a gameIt ain't easy to make moneySo now everybody wanna take moneyYou ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake moneyFuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight moneyIt ain't a game[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]Yo it's all about the cash you gettingBricks you flipping, the whips you sittingThe bitches you hitting, when you living the thug lifeBitches I don't love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'emPunk niggas I'm sunning 'em, every chance I getMan I know niggas is a trip, so I save all my gripFor these babies faggots flippin', dial 1-800-TIPSForce me to bury the bricks, and the whips and take tripsEvery word that come out of my mouth, I mean it, you could eat'Cause when I stick you, you gon' cough it up like you bulimicI'm no magician, but I could make, somethin' outta nothin'Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot that's pumpingSo all you niggas out there, thinking you the nicestMe 50, I'm ya motherfucking mid-life crisis[50 Cent talking]Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon[Chorus - 50 Cent]It ain't easy to make moneySo now everybody wanna take moneyYou ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake moneyFuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight moneyIt ain't a gameIt ain't easy to make moneySo now everybody wanna take moneyYou ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake moneyFuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight moneyIt ain't a game[50 Cent talking]Know what I'm saying
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