(50 Cent)   uhh..uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh   uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh      Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke   What(echo)   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 main-tainn   Hustalin aint a gamee   Nigga go and gets the grainn   Gon' get tore out the framee   T.Vs in the Rangee   I'm in ta nice thanggs I slang weed (snort)   Coc-ainee and Herio-anee   50 Cent   Thats my namee   Nigga I bring the painn   You thought shit stay the samee   Nigga shit gon' change   Put a bullet in your brainn   Nigga at close range   Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherfuckin chainn   Aint nuittin funny mangg   I'm about my money mangg   Bitch 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 nigga 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      (Chorus - 50 Cent)   A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes)   A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)   A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)   A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)      A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)   A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)   A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)   A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)      (50 Cent)   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   Nigga, you   Go against the grain    I'll make you   Walk wit a cane now nigga now   Who you gon' blamee   When shit aint the same   Nigga nobody hears your namee   You got down wit a gangg   O thirty-one blood   Ya'll niggas do your thang    You got 2 felonies    Fuck 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 bitch   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 bitch 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      (Bun B)   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 nigga   Live in trife, and thats real   Talkin shit 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 shit 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 motherfuckin hoes (hoes)   A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)   A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)   A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)      (Repeat)      (50 Cent)   Is your bitch your bitch or is your bitch mines?   Is your bitch your bitch all the time?   You done got your paper, now its time I get mines   Except the serve and everything'll be fine   Bitch!      (50 Cent talking over beat)   Runnin from pimpin...bitch you need to run TO some pimpin   Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on hoe   You still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look like   Look at you motherfucka here   Huh bitch?   How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe?   Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street   Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch!      (Fades)