50 Cent - Make Money By Any Means lyrics

(feat. Noreaga) [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) f** 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 n***as 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 a** on Phil Donahue explaining what the f** I done to you Thug n***as in the street saying I'm sunning you Dude I'll smoke you every motherf**er under you People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do For now on, when I speak, y'all n***as better listen Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition Still got sh** on ya nose, from all that a** 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 f** 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 f** wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money It ain't a game [Verse 2 - Noreaga] Yo where my down South n***as at, I'm playing piddy-pat Wit this kitty cat, b**h swear she a city rat It's Nore now, here look read the story now My name Nore, and n***as know how I rip And if I don't feel a n***a, I don't get on his sh** Y'all can love me, or hate me, or s** my dick I like my hoes just like Summer, no cla** And n***as working so hard, and getting no a** Why y'all n***as acting like, it's all ill in y'all square Motherf**er you ain't know that it's a hood everywhere Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal Weak n***as, have us lighting up candles Sending out roses, condolences, notices Focuses on, n***as like Fu Quan Yo in they ground, n***as 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 f** 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 f** 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 b**hes you hitting, when you living the thug life b**hes I don't love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em Punk n***as I'm sunning 'em, every chance I get Man I know n***as is a trip, so I save all my grip For these babies f*ggots 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 n***as out there, thinking you the nicest Me 50, I'm ya motherf**ing 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 f** 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 f** wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money It ain't a game [50 Cent talking] Know what I'm saying