50 Cent F- Noreaga Make Money By Any Means Lyrics

Make Money By Any Means Lyrics

(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