
Money by Any Means 50 Cent (Ft. N.O.R.E.)
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It ain't easy to make money
So now aybody wan' take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake, money
Fuck wit mines, I'mma view you at ya wake, money
It ain't a game
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can call me player yeah, but I ain't playing fair
Chicks say I'm the hottest thang comin' this year
In the hood niggas know, how I handle my problems
I walk up close, and 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 fuck I done to you
Thug niggas in the street saying I'm sonnin' you
Dude I'll smoke you and every motherfucker under you
People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do
From now on, when I speak, y'all niggas better listen
Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition
Still got shit on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake, money
Fuck wit mines, I'mma view you at ya wake, money
It ain't a game
It ain't easy to make money
So now aybody wan' take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake, money
Fuck wit mines, I'mma view you at ya wake, money
It ain't a game
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can call me player yeah, but I ain't playing fair
Chicks say I'm the hottest thang comin' this year
In the hood niggas know, how I handle my problems
I walk up close, and 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 fuck I done to you
Thug niggas in the street saying I'm sonnin' you
Dude I'll smoke you and every motherfucker under you
People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do
From now on, when I speak, y'all niggas better listen
Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition
Still got shit on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake, money
Fuck wit mines, I'mma view you at ya wake, money
It ain't a game
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