(Chorus - 50 Cent)   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      (Verse 1 - 50 Cent)   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)      (Chorus x2 - 50 Cent w/ Noreaga in background)   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'ma view you at ya weight money   It ain't a game   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'ma view you at ya weight money   It ain't a game      (Verse 2 - 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      (Chorus - 50 Cent)   So now everybody wanna take money   You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money   Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money   It ain't a game   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'ma view you at ya weight money   It ain't a game      (Verse 3 - 50 Cent)   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      (50 Cent talking)   Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon      (Chorus - 50 Cent)   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'ma view you at ya weight money   It ain't a game   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'ma view you at ya weight money   It ain't a game      (50 Cent talking)   Know what I'm saying