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]
[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!