50 Cent - As The World Turns Lyrics
[50 cent]Uhh..uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uhUh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uhMoney make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smokeWhat [echo]Money make the world go round, as the world turnsMoney make the world go round, as the world turnsNigga I need money to main-tainnHustalin aint a gameeNigga go and gets the grainnGon get tore out the frameeT.vs in the rangeeIm in ta nice thanggs I slang weed (snort)Coc-ainee and herio-anee50 centThats my nameeNigga I bring the painnYou thought shit stay the sameeNigga shit gon changePut a bullet in your brainnNigga at close rangeRun away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your mother*****in chainnAint nuittin funny manggIm about my money mangg***** get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinnBetter understan what Im sayin,What Im sayin, I aint playinIll be, in front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinnAny nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lameeCrackersll put ya in chainsBoxll drive you insaneSun cant shine all the time, man its gotta rainThat whole loose? is illYou better crack the whip mang[chorus - 50 cent]A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes)A hustla aint a hustla with no mother*****in 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 mother*****in hoes (hoes)A hustla aint a hustla with no mother*****in 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 liveLife in the fast laneMan I aint got nuttin ta loseEverythin a gameEither you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changeeNigga, youGo against the grainIll make youWalk wit a cane now nigga nowWho you gon blameeWhen shit aint the sameNigga nobody hears your nameeYou got down wit a ganggO thirty-one bloodYall niggas do your thangYou got 2 felonies***** it, go out wit a banggYall niggas wanna hanggWit niggas that fitlthy richThey aint even got ta talkTo take your *****One look was all it tookShe seen the benz-oShe seen them t.vsAnd them big ol chriz-omesA-yo the ***** useta bring you doughUseta be your bottom hoeNow your paper comin slowShe feel like she had ta goRoll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball-azPolitic wit the willies the real shot call-az[bun b]I got one life to liveFollow that light that keeps on guidin meHate-az tryin meHoes is a-bidein meMedia ride meKing a the undergroundSo the streets is steady hide-in meRepresentin sure taste-azThe yay keep takin pride in meStreetsDeciple slide-in meStatus reports the badest you caughtWalk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newportI cant stay away like too $hortI gots ta break a bastards backTore em up, get em ready ta portPut em on the master trackI blast the facts the life in the grillGorilla pimpinIf I have ta mack ya wife then I willIts me and 50 cent my niggaLive in trife, and thats realTalkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont killThats on for treal (? )Im on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit trueI split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, without you evenKnoinGot you strippin and even hoe-inYou dont wanna let the pro in the doorThis what we showinA pimp aint a pimp with no mother*****in hoes (hoes)A hustla aint a hustla with no mother*****in 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 ***** your ***** or is your ***** mines?Is your ***** your ***** all the time?You done got your paper, now its time I get minesExcept the serve and everythingll be fine*****![50 cent talking over beat]Runnin from pimpin...***** you need to run to some pimpinWit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on hoeYou still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look likeLook at you mother*****a hereHuh *****?How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe?***** get off the sidewalk and into the street***** the sidewalk is for pimpin *****![fades]
