Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugsgun smokeWhat(echo)Money make the world go round, as the world turnsMoney make the world go round, as the world turnsNigga I need money to main-tainnHustalin aint a gameeNigga go and gets the grainnGon' get tore out the frameeT.Vs in the RangeeI'm in ta nice thanggs I slang weed (snort)Coc-ainee and Herio-anee50 CentThats my nameeNigga I bring the painnYou thought shit stay the sameeNigga shit gon' changePut a bullet in your brainnNigga at close rangeRun away wit ya rollie, your rings, and yourmotherfuckin chainnAint nuittin funny manggI'm about my money manggBitch get down on that track and get my money, I aintplayinnBetter understan what I'm sayin,What I'm sayin, I aint playinI'll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack tastart sprayinnAny nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be alameeCrackers'll put ya in chainsBox'll drive you insaneSun cant shine all the time, man its gotta rainThat whole loose? is illYou 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 liveLife in the fast laneMan I aint got nuttin ta loseEverythin a gameEither you wit me or against me man aint nuttinchangeeNigga, youGo against the grainI'll make youWalk wit a cane now nigga nowWho you gon' blameeWhen shit aint the sameNigga nobody hears your nameeYou got down wit a ganggO thirty-one bloodYa'll niggas do your thangYou got 2 feloniesFuck it, go out wit a banggYa'll niggas wanna hanggWit niggas that fitlthy richThey aint even got ta talkTo take your bitchOne look was all it tookShe seen the benz-oShe seen them T.VsAnd them big ol' LorenzoesA-yo the bitch useta bring you doughUseta be your bottom hoeNow your paper comin' slowShe feel like she had ta goRoll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball-azPolitic wit the willies the real shot call-az(Bun B)I got one life to liveFollow that light that keeps on guidin meHate-az tryin meHoes is a-bidein meMedia ride meKing a the undergroundSo the streets is steady hide-in meRepresentin sure taste-azThe yay keep takin pride in meStreetsDeciple slide-in meStatus reports the badest you caughtWalk in the black top wit fat rocks and had hisnewportI cant stay away like Too $hortI gots ta break a bastards backTore em up, get em ready ta portPut em on the master trackI blast the facts the life in the grillGorilla pimpinIf I have ta mack ya wife then I willIt's me and 50 Cent my niggaLive in trife, and thats realTalkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife anddont killThats on for treal (?)I'm on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shittrueI split through, your defences, so relentless, getyou, without you evenknoinGot you strippin and even hoe-inYou dont wanna let the pro in the doorThis what we showinA 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 minesExcept the serve and everything'll be fineBitch!(50 Cent talking over beat)Runnin from pimpin...bitch you need to run TO somepimpinWit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on hoeYou still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to looklikeLook at your motherfuckin hairHuh bitch?How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe?Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the streetBitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch!(Fades)
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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' Lorenzoes
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 your motherfuckin hair
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!
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