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money by any means - 50 cent lyrics

[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
f-ck 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 n-ggas 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 -ss on phil donahue explaining what the f-ck i done to you
thug n-ggas in the street saying i’m sonnin’ you
dude i’ll smoke you and every motherf-cker under you
people say chill, but still i do, what i wanna do
from now on, when i speak, y’all n-ggas better listen
why run against a thoroughbred when you ain’t in no condition
still got sh-t on ya nose, from all that -ss 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
f-ck wit mines, i’mma view you at ya wake money
it ain’t a game

[verse 2: noreaga]
yo where my down south n-ggas at, i’m playing piddy-pat
wit this kitty cat, b-tch swear she a city rat
it’s nore now, here look read the story now
my name nore, and n-ggas know how i rip
and if i don’t feel a n-gga, i don’t get on his sh-t
y’all can love me, or hate me, or suck my d-ck
i like my hoes just like summer, no cl-ss
and n-ggas working so hard, and getting no -ss
why y’all n-ggas acting like, it’s all ill in y’all square
motherf-cker you ain’t know that it’s a hood everywhere
me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal
weak n-ggas, have us lighting up candles
sending out roses, condolences, notices
focuses on, n-ggas like fu quan
yo in they ground, n-ggas that don’t get no bound
y’all keep my word, don’t love no bird
get a beef from tm, and just twist my herb

[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
f-ck wit mines, i’mma view you at ya wake money
it ain’t a game

[verse 3: 50 cent]
yo it’s all about the cash you getting
bricks you flipping, the whips you sitting
the b-tches you hitting, when you living the thug life
b-tches i don’t love no of ’em, the guns i’m running ’em
punk n-ggas i’m sonnin’ ’em, every chance i get
man i know n-ggas is a trip, so i save all my grip
for these babies f-ggots flippin’, dial 1-800-tips
force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and 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’m no magician, but i could make, somethin’ outta nothin’
like turn an empty block, into a crack spot that’s pumping
so all you n-ggas out there, thinking you the nicest
me 50, i’m ya motherf-cking mid-life crisis

[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
f-ck wit mines, i’mma view you at ya wake money
it ain’t a game

[outro: 50 cent]
know what i’m saying

- 50 cent lyrics

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