As the world turns (feat:u.g.k.)-50 Cent

As the world turns (feat:u.g.k.)

歌手:50 Cent

时间:2002-04-01

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As the world turns (feat:u.g.k.) - 50 Cent (50美分)

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Money make a pimp pimp hoes hustlas sell d**e thugs gun smoke

What

Money make the world go round as the world turns

Money make the world go round as the world turns

Ni**a I need money to main-tainn

Hustalin aint a gamee

Ni**a go and gets the grainn

Gon' get tore out the framee

T Vs in the Rangee

I'm in ta nice thanggs I slang w**d (snort)

Coc-ainee and Herio-anee

50 Cent

Thats my namee

Ni**a I bring the painn

You thought sh*t stay the samee

Ni**a sh*t gon' change

Put a bullet in your brainn

Ni**a at close range

Run away wit ya rollie your rings and your motherf**kin chainn

Aint nuittin funny mangg

I'm about my money mangg

B**ch get down on that track and get my money I aint playinn

Better understan what I'm sayin

What I'm sayin I aint playin

I'll be In front of your crib layin wit the mack ta start sprayinn

Any ni**a thats in the game for the fame gotta be a lamee

Crackers'll put ya in chains

Box'll drive you insane

Sun cant shine all the time man its gotta rain

That whole loose is ill

You better crack the whip mang

A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes)

A hustla aint a hustla with no motherf**kin dough (dough)

A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)

A playa aint a playa if his a** dead broke (broke)

A pimp aint a pimp with no motherf**kin hoes (hoes)

A hustla aint a hustla with no motherf**kin dough (dough)

A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)

A playa aint a playa if his a** dead broke (broke)

I live

Life in the fast lane

Man I aint got nuttin ta lose

Everythin a game

Either you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changee

Ni**a you

Go against the grain

I'll make you

Walk wit a cane now ni**a now

Who you gon' blamee

When sh*t aint the same

Ni**a nobody hears your namee

You got down wit a gangg

O thirty-one blood

Ya'll niggas do your thang

You got 2 felonies

F**k it go out wit a bangg

Ya'll niggas wanna hangg

Wit niggas that fitlthy rich

They aint even got ta talk

To take your b**ch

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 b**ch 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

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 cant 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 ni**a

Live in trife and thats real

Talkin sh*t on us thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill

Thats on for treal ( )

I'm on for million wit your pit in the clit that sh*t true

I split through your defences so relentless get you without you even

Knoin

Got you strippin and even hoe-in

You dont wanna let the pro in the door

This what we showin

A pimp aint a pimp with no motherf**kin hoes (hoes)

A hustla aint a hustla with no motherf**kin dough (dough)

A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)

A playa aint a playa if his a** dead broke (broke)

A pimp aint a pimp with no motherf**kin hoes (hoes)

A hustla aint a hustla with no motherf**kin dough (dough)

A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)

A playa aint a playa if his a** dead broke (broke)

Is your b**ch your b**ch or is your b**ch mines

Is your b**ch your b**ch all the time

You done got your paper now its time I get mines

Except the serve and everything'll be fine

B**ch

Runnin from pimpin b**ch you need to run TO some pimpin

Wit them cheap a** payless shoes you got on hoe

You still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look like

Look at you motherf**ka here

Huh b**ch

How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe

B**ch get off the sidewalk

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