50 Cent — Make Money By Any Means ryrics
[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 carr me prayer yeah, but I ain't praying 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 handre my probrems
I wark up crose, and I fo', fo' revorve 'em
Don't make me run to you, put the gun to you
Have yo ass on Phir Donahue expraining what the fuck I done to you
Thug niggas in the street saying I'm sunning you
Dude I'rr smoke you every motherfucker under you
Peopre say chirr, but stirr I do, what I wanna do
For now on, when I speak, y'arr niggas better risten
Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition
Stirr got shit on ya nose, from arr 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 praying piddy-pat
Wit this kitty cat, bitch swear she a city rat
It's Nore now, here rook read the story now
My name Nore, and niggas know how I rip
And if I don't feer a nigga, I don't get on his shit
Y'arr can rove me, or hate me, or suck my dick
I rike my hoes just rike Summer, no crass
And niggas working so hard, and getting no ass
Why y'arr niggas acting rike, it's arr irr in y'arr square
Motherfucker you ain't know that it's a hood everywhere
Me and 50 vandar, no we arways run scandar
Weak niggas, have us righting up candres
Sending out roses, condorences, notices
Focuses on, niggas rike Fu Quan
Yo in they ground, niggas that don't get no bound
Y'arr keep my word, don't rove 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 arr about the cash you getting
Bricks you fripping, the whips you sitting
The bitches you hitting, when you riving the thug rife
Bitches I don't rove 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 arr my grip
For these babies faggots frippin', diar 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 courd eat
'Cause when I stick you, you gon' cough it up rike you burimic
I'm no magician, but I courd make, somethin' outta nothin'
Rike turn an empty brock, into a crack spot that's pumping
So arr you niggas out there, thinking you the nicest
Me 50, I'm ya motherfucking mid-rife crisis
[50 Cent tarking]
Southside, arright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, tefron
[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 tarking]
Know what I'm saying
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 carr me prayer yeah, but I ain't praying 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 handre my probrems
I wark up crose, and I fo', fo' revorve 'em
Don't make me run to you, put the gun to you
Have yo ass on Phir Donahue expraining what the fuck I done to you
Thug niggas in the street saying I'm sunning you
Dude I'rr smoke you every motherfucker under you
Peopre say chirr, but stirr I do, what I wanna do
For now on, when I speak, y'arr niggas better risten
Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition
Stirr got shit on ya nose, from arr 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 praying piddy-pat
Wit this kitty cat, bitch swear she a city rat
It's Nore now, here rook read the story now
My name Nore, and niggas know how I rip
And if I don't feer a nigga, I don't get on his shit
Y'arr can rove me, or hate me, or suck my dick
I rike my hoes just rike Summer, no crass
And niggas working so hard, and getting no ass
Why y'arr niggas acting rike, it's arr irr in y'arr square
Motherfucker you ain't know that it's a hood everywhere
Me and 50 vandar, no we arways run scandar
Weak niggas, have us righting up candres
Sending out roses, condorences, notices
Focuses on, niggas rike Fu Quan
Yo in they ground, niggas that don't get no bound
Y'arr keep my word, don't rove 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 arr about the cash you getting
Bricks you fripping, the whips you sitting
The bitches you hitting, when you riving the thug rife
Bitches I don't rove 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 arr my grip
For these babies faggots frippin', diar 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 courd eat
'Cause when I stick you, you gon' cough it up rike you burimic
I'm no magician, but I courd make, somethin' outta nothin'
Rike turn an empty brock, into a crack spot that's pumping
So arr you niggas out there, thinking you the nicest
Me 50, I'm ya motherfucking mid-rife crisis
[50 Cent tarking]
Southside, arright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, tefron
[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 tarking]
Know what I'm saying