50 Cent - As The World Turns lyrics

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Album: Power Of The Dollar (2000)

(50 Cent)
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Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke
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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 ain´t a gamee
Nigga go & gets the grainn
Gon´ get tore out the framee
T.Vs in the Rangee
I am in ta nice thanggs I slang weed (snort)
Coc-ainee & 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, & your motherf*ckin chainn
Ain´t nuittin funny mangg
I am about my money mangg
Bitch get down on that track & get my money, I ain´t playinn
Better understan what I am sayin,
What I am sayin, I ain´t playin
I will be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn
Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, have got to be a lamee
Crackers´ll put ya in chains
Box´ll drive you insane
Sun cant shine all the time, man its have got to rain
That whole loose? is ill
You better crack the whip mang

(Chorus - 50 Cent)
A pimp ain´t a pimp with no hoes (hoes)
A hustla ain´t a hustla with no motherf*ckin dough (dough)
A thug ain´t a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa ain´t a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

A pimp ain´t a pimp with no motherf*ckin hoes (hoes)
A hustla ain´t a hustla with no motherf*ckin dough (dough)
A thug ain´t a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa ain´t a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

(50 Cent)
I live
Life in the fast lane
Man I ain´t got nuttin ta lose
Everythin a game
Either you wit me or against me man ain´t nuttin changee
Nigga, you
Go against the grain
I will make you
Walk wit a cane now nigga now
Who you gon´ blamee
When shit ain´t 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
F*ck it, go out wit a bangg
Ya´ll niggas want to hangg
Wit niggas that fitlthy rich
They ain´t 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 & ball with them ball-az
Politic wit the´llies 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 & 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´ve ta mack ya wife then I´ll
It is me & 50 Cent my nigga
Live in trife, & thats real
Talkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife & dont kill
Thats on for treal (?)
I am 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 & even hoe-in
You dont want to let the pro in the door
This what we showin

A pimp ain´t a pimp with no motherf*ckin hoes (hoes)
A hustla ain´t a hustla with no motherf*ckin dough (dough)
A thug ain´t a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa ain´t 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 & 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 ain´t figured out what a hoe supposed to look like
Look at you motherf*cka here
Huh bitch?
How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe?
Bitch get off the sidewalk & into the street
Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch!

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