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(feat. Noreaga) |
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[Chorus - 50 Cent] |
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It ain't easy to make money (Whoo) |
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So now everybody wanna take money (Uh huh, uh huh) |
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You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money (Take money, uh) |
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************* wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money |
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It ain't a game |
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[Verse 1 - 50 Cent] |
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You can call me player yeah, but I ain't playing fair (Uh huh) |
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Takers say I'm the hottest thang comin' this year (No doubt, ha ha ha) |
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In the hood *************s know, how I handle my problems |
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I walk up close, and I fo', fo' revolve 'em |
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Don't make me run to you, put the gun to you |
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Have yo ass on Phil Donahue explaining what the ************* I done to you |
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Thug *************s in the street saying I'm sunning you |
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Dude I'll smoke you every mother******* under you |
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People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do |
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For now on, when I speak, y'all *************s better listen |
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Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition |
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Still got *************t on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing (hahaha) |
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[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent w/ Noreaga in background] |
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It ain't easy to make money |
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So now everybody wanna take money |
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You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money |
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************* wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money |
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It ain't a game |
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It ain't easy to make money |
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So now everybody wanna take money |
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You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money |
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************* wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money |
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It ain't a game |
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[Verse 2 - Noreaga] |
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Yo where my down South *************s at, I'm playing piddy-pat |
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Wit this kitty cat, ************* swear she a city rat |
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It's Nore now, here look read the story now |
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My name Nore, and *************s know how I rip |
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And if I don't feel a *************, I don't get on his *************t |
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Y'all can love me, or hate me, or suck my ************* |
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I like my hoes just like Summer, no class |
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And *************s working so hard, and getting no ass |
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Why y'all *************s acting like, it's all ill in y'all ************* |
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Mother******* you ain't know that it's a hood everywhere |
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Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal |
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Weak *************s, have us lighting up candles |
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Sending out roses, condolences, notices |
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Focuses on, *************s like Fu Quan |
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Yo in they ground, *************s that don't get no bound |
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Y'all keep my word, don't love no bird |
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Get a beef from ******, and just twist my herb |
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[Chorus - 50 Cent] |
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So now everybody wanna take money |
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You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money |
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************* wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money |
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It ain't a game |
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It ain't easy to make money |
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So now everybody wanna take money |
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You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money |
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************* wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money |
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It ain't a game |
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[Verse 3 - 50 Cent] |
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Yo it's all about the cash you getting |
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Bricks you flipping, the whips you sitting |
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The ******* you hitting, when you living the thug life |
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******* I don't love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em |
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Punk *************s I'm sunning 'em, every chance I get |
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Man I know *************s is a trip, so I save all my grip |
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For these babies *************s flippin', dial 1-800-TIPS |
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Force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and take trips |
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Every word that come out of my mouth, I mean it, you could eat |
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'Cause when I stick you, you gon' cough it up like you bulimic |
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I'm no magician, but I could make, somethin' outta nothin' |
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Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot that's pumping |
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So all you *************s out there, thinking you the nicest |
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Me 50, I'm ya mother******g mid-life crisis |
| [50 Cent talking] |
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Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon |
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[Chorus - 50 Cent] |
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It ain't easy to make money |
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So now everybody wanna take money |
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You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money |
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************* wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money |
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It ain't a game |
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It ain't easy to make money |
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So now everybody wanna take money |
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You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money |
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************* wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money |
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It ain't a game |
| [50 Cent talking] |
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Know what I'm saying |
