50 Cent - Make Money By Any Means lyrics

Album: Power Of The Dollar (2000)

[Chorus]
It aint easy to make money (Whoo)
So now everybody want to take money (Uh huh, uh huh)
You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money (Take money, uh)
F*ck wit mines, I ama view you at ya weight money
It aint a game

[Verse 1]
You can call me player yea, but I aint playing fair (Uh huh)
Takers say I am the hottest thang comin´ this yeahr (No doubt, ha ha ha)
In the hood niggas know, how I handle my problems
I walk up close, & 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 f*ck I done to you
Thug niggas in the street saying I am sunning you
Dude I will smoke you every motherf*cker under you
People say chill, but still I do, what I want to do
For now on, when I speak, y´all niggas better listen
Why run against a thoroughbred when you aint in no condition
Still got shit on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing (hahaha)

[Chorus x2]
It aint easy to make money
So now everybody want to take money
You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money
F*ck wit mines, I ama view you at ya weight money
It aint a game
It aint easy to make money
So now everybody want to take money
You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money
F*ck wit mines, I ama view you at ya weight money
It aint a game

[Verse 2]
Yo where my down South niggas at, I am playing piddy-pat
Wit this kitty cat, bitch swear she a city rat
It is Nore now, here look read the story now
My name Nore, & niggas know how I rip
And if I do not feel a nigga, I do not 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, & getting no ass
Why y´all niggas acting like, it is all ill in y´all square
Motherf*cker you aint know that it is a hood everywhere
Me & 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, & just twist my herb

[Chorus]
So now everybody want to take money
You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money
F*ck wit mines, I ama view you at ya weight money
It aint a game
It aint easy to make money
So now everybody want to take money
You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money
F*ck wit mines, I ama view you at ya weight money
It aint a game

[Verse 3]
Yo it is 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 do not love no of ´em, the guns I am running ´em
Punk niggas I am 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, & the whips & 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 am no magician, but I could make, somethin´ outta nothin´
Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot that is pumping
So all you niggas out there, thinking you the nicest
Me 50, I am ya motherf*cking mid-life crisis

Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon

[Chorus]
It aint easy to make money
So now everybody want to take money
You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money
F*ck wit mines, I ama view you at ya weight money
It aint a game
It aint easy to make money
So now everybody want to take money
You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money
F*ck wit mines, I ama view you at ya weight money
It aint a game

Know what I am saying

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