As The World Turns Lyrics by 50 Cent

As The World Turns Lyrics

    (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 aint 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
    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, and your motherfuckin chainn
    Aint nuittin funny mangg
    I'm about my money mangg
    Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn
    Better understan what I'm sayin,
    What I'm sayin, I aint playin
    I'll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn
    Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee
    Crackers'll put ya in chains
    Box'll drive you insane
    Sun cant shine all the time, man its gotta rain
    That whole loose? is ill
    You better crack the whip mang

    (Chorus - 50 Cent)
    A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes)
    A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
    A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
    A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

    A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
    A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
    A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
    A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

    (50 Cent)
    I live
    Life in the fast lane
    Man I aint got nuttin ta lose
    Everythin a game
    Either you wit me or against me man aint 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 aint 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 wanna hangg
    Wit niggas that fitlthy rich
    They aint 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 cant stay away like Too
    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 thats real
    Talkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill
    Thats 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 dont wanna let the pro in the door
    This what we showin


    A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
    A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
    A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
    A playa aint 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 aint 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)




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