As The World Turns
(专辑: Guess Who's Back? - 2002)
Money make a
pimp, pimp hoes Hustlers sell dope, thugs gun smoke, what? 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 maintain, hustling ain't a
game Nigga go against the
grain gon' get tore out the
frame TVs in the
Range, I'm into nice thangs I
slang weed, cocaine and heroin 50 Cent, that's my name, nigga I
bring the
pain You thought shit stay the
same, nigga shit gon' change Put a
bullet in your brain, nigga at close range Run away with ya Rollie, your rings and your motherfucking chain Ain't nothing funny mang, I'm about my money mang Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I
ain't playing Better understand what I'm saying what I'm saying, I
ain't playing I'll be in front of your crib, laying, with the
Mac to start spraying Any nigga that's in the
game, for the
fame, gotta be a
lame Crackers'll put ya in chains, box'll drive you insane Sun can't shine all the
time, man it's gotta rain That ho loose as hell, you better crack the
whip, mang A
pimp ain't a
pimp with no motherfucking hoes A
hustler ain't a
hustler with no motherfucking dough A
thug ain't a
thug if his gun don't smoke A
player ain't a
playa if his ass dead broke I
live life in the
fast lane Man I
ain't got nothing to lose, everything to gain Either you with me or against me man ain't nothing change Nigga, you... go against the
grain, I'll make you... walk with a
cane Now nigga now who you gon' blame when shit ain't the
same Nigga nobody hears your name, you got down with a
gang O
thirty-one blood, y'all niggas do your thang You got two felonies, fuck it, go out with a
bang Y'all niggas wanna hang with niggas that filthy rich They ain't even got to talk to take your bitch One look was all it took, she seen the
Benz-o She seen them TVs and them big old rims, holmes Ayo the
bitch used to bring you dough, used to be your bottom ho Now your paper coming slow, she feel like she had to go Roll with them rich niggas and ball with them ballers Politic with the
willies the
real shot callers [Bun B:] I
got one life to live, follow that light that keeps on guiding me Haters trying me, hoes is a-bidein me, media ride me King of the
Underground so the
streets is steady hiding me Representing sure tasters, the
yay' keep taking pride in me Streets Disciple slide-in me, status reports the
badest You caught walk in the
black top with fat rocks and had his newport I
can't stay away like Too $hort, I
gots to break a
bastards back Tore 'em up, get 'em ready to port, put 'em on the
master track I
blast the
facts the
life in the
grill, gorilla pimping If I
have to mack ya wife then I
will, it's me and 50 Cent My nigga, live in trife, and that's real, talking shit on us That's like pulling out a
knife and don't kill, that's on the
Trill I'm on for million with your pit, in the
clit that shit true I
split through, your defences, so relentless, get you Without you even knowing got you stripping and even hoeing You don't wanna let the
pro in the
door, this what we showing A
pimp ain't a
pimp with no motherfucking hoes A
hustler ain't a
hustler with no motherfucking dough A
thug ain't a
thug if his gun don't smoke A
playa ain't a
playa if his ass dead broke Is your bitch your bitch or is your bitch mines? Is your bitch your bitch all the
time? You done got your paper, now it's time I
get mines Except the
serve and everything'll be fine, bitch Running from pimping, bitch you need to run to some pimping With them cheap ass payless shoes you got on ho You still ain't figured out what a
ho supposed to look like Look at you motherfucker here, huh bitch? How you gonna catch some dates looking like that ho? Bitch get off the
sidewalk and into the
street Bitch the
sidewalk is for pimping bitch!