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50 Cent
Chorus:
It ain't easy to make money (Whoo) 
So now everybody wanna take money (Uh huh, uh huh) 
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money (Take money, uh) 
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money 
It ain't a game 
You can call me player yeah, but I ain't playing fair (Uh huh) 
Takers say I'm the hottest thang comin' this year (No doubt, ha ha ha) 
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 sunning you 
Dude I'll smoke you every motherfucker under you 
People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do 
For 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 (hahaha)

50 Cent w/ Noreaga in background
Chorus 2X

Noreaga
Yo where my down South niggas at, I'm playing piddy-pat 
Wit this kitty cat, bitch swear she a city rat 
It's Nore now, here look read the story now 
My name Nore, and niggas know how I rip 
And if I don't feel a nigga, I don't get on his shit 
Y'all can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick 
I like my hoes just like Summer, no class 
And niggas working so hard, and getting no ass 
Why y'all niggas acting like, it's all ill in y'all square 
Motherfucker you ain't know that it's a hood everywhere 
Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal 
Weak niggas, have us lighting up candles 
Sending out roses, condolences, notices 
Focuses on, niggas like Fu Quan 
Yo in they ground, niggas 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

50 Cent
Chorus 2X

Yo it's all about the cash you getting 
Bricks you flipping, the whips you sitting 
The bitches you hitting, when you living the thug life 
Bitches I don't love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em 
Punk niggas I'm sunning 'em, every chance I get 
Man I know niggas is a trip, so I save all my grip 
For these babies faggots 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 niggas out there, thinking you the nicest 
Me 50, I'm ya motherfucking mid-life crisis

Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon

Chorus 2X

Know what I'm saying

By lil-mo

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