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| 50 CENT Miscellaneous Make 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 money It 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, ha ha ha) In the hood niggas know, how I handle my problems I walk up close, and I fo', fo' revolve 'em Don't make me run to you, put the gun to you Have yo ass on Phil Donahue explaining what the fuck I done to you Thug niggas in the street saying I'm sunning you Dude I'll smoke you every motherfucker under you People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do For now on, when I speak, y'all niggas better listen Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition Still 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 money So now everybody wanna take money You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money It ain't a game It ain't easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money It ain't a game [Verse 2 - Noreaga] Yo where my down South niggas at, I'm playing piddy-pat Wit this kitty cat, bitch swear she a city rat It's Nore now, here look read the story now My name Nore, and niggas know how I rip And if I don't feel a nigga, I don't get on his shit Y'all can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick I like my hoes just like Summer, no class And niggas working so hard, and getting no ass Why y'all niggas acting like, it's all ill in y'all square Motherfucker you ain't know that it's a hood everywhere Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal Weak niggas, have us lighting up candles Sending out roses, condolences, notices Focuses on, niggas like Fu Quan Yo in they ground, niggas that don't get no bound Y'all keep my word, don't love no bird Get a beef from TM, and just twist my herb [Chorus - 50 Cent] So now everybody wanna take money You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money It ain't a game It ain't easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money It ain't a game [Verse 3 - 50 Cent] Yo it's all about the cash you getting Bricks you flipping, the whips you sitting The bitches you hitting, when you living the thug life Bitches I don't love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em Punk niggas I'm sunning 'em, every chance I get Man I know niggas is a trip, so I save all my grip For these babies faggots flippin', dial 1-800-TIPS Force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and take trips Every 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 bulimic I'm no magician, but I could make, somethin' outta nothin' Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot that's pumping So all you niggas out there, thinking you the nicest Me 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 money So now everybody wanna take money You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money It ain't a game It ain't easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money It ain't a game [50 Cent talking] Know what I'm saying |
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