50 Cent, N.O.R.E. - Money by Any Means lyrics

50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]

[50 Cent, N.O.R.E. - Money by Any Means lyrics]

It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug
Matter fact you a fake money fuck wit mines
I'mma view you at ya wake money
It ain't a game

You can call me player yeah
But I ain't playing fair
Chicks say I'm the hottest
Thang comin' this year
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 sonnin' you
Dude I'll smoke you and
Every motherfucker under you
People say chill, but still I do
What I wanna do from 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

It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug
Matter fact you a fake money fuck wit mines
I'mma view you at ya wake money
It ain't a game

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

It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug
Matter fact you a fake money fuck wit mines
I'mma view you at ya wake money
It ain't a game

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 sonnin' '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

It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug
Matter fact you a fake money fuck wit mines
I'mma view you at ya wake money
It ain't a game know what I'm saying

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