[50 Cent]
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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 ain't 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
that's 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
ain't nuittin funny mangg
I'm about my money mangg
Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I ain't playinn
Better understan what I'm sayin,
What I'm sayin, I ain't playin
I'll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn
Any nigga that's in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee
Crackers'll put ya in chains
Box'll drive you insane
Sun can't shine all the time, man its gotta rain
That whole loose? is ill
You better crack the whip mang

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
A pimp ain't a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes [hoes]
A hustla ain't a hustla with no motherfuckin dough [dough]
A thug ain't a thug if his gun don't smoke [smoke]
A playa ain't a playa if his ass dead broke [broke]

A pimp ain't a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes [hoes]
A hustla ain't a hustla with no motherfuckin dough [dough]
A thug ain't a thug if his gun don't 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'll 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
Fuck 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 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 can't 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 that's real
Talkin shit on us, that's like pullin out a knife and don't kill
that's 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 don't want to let the pro in the door
This what we showin

[Chorus]
A pimp ain't a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes [hoes]
A hustla ain't a hustla with no motherfuckin dough [dough]
A thug ain't a thug if his gun don't 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 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 ain't figured out what a hoe supposed to look like
Look at you motherfucka here
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!

[Fades]

Writer : RON FRANCOIS
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing