[Intro]Money make a pimp, pimp hoesHustlers sell dope, thugs gun smoke, what?Money make the world go round as the world turnsMoney make the world go round as the world turns
[Verse 1]Nigga I need money to maintain, hustlin' ain't a gameNigga go against the grain gon' get tore out the frameTVs in the Range, I'm in the nice thangsI slang weed, cocaine and heroine50 Cent, that's my name, nigga I bring the painYou thought shit stay the same, nigga shit gon' changePut a bullet in your brain, nigga at close rangeRun away with ya rollie, your rings and your motherfuckin chainAin't nothing funny mang, I'm about my money mangBitch get down on that track and get my money, I ain't playinBetter understan what I'm sayin what I'm sayin, I ain't playinI'll be in front of your crib, layin, with the Mac to start sprayinAny nigga that's in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lameCrackers'll put ya in chains, box'll drive you insaneSun can't shine all the time, man it's gotta rainThat whole loose is ill, you better crack the whip mang
[Hook]A pimp ain't a pimp with no mothafuckin' hoesA hustler ain't a hustler with no mothafuckin' doughA thug ain't a thug if his gun don't smokeA playa ain't a playa if his ass dead broke
[Verse 2]I live life in the fast laneMan I ain't got nuttin to lose, everything to gainEither you with me or against me man ain't nuttin changeNigga, you.. go against the grain, I'll make you.. walk with a 'caineNow nigga now who you gon' blame when shit ain't the sameNigga nobody hears your name, you got down wit a gangO thirty-one blood, y'all niggas do your thangYou got two felonies, fuck it, go out with a bangY'all niggas wanna hang with niggas that filthy richThey ain't even got to talk to take your bitchOne look was all it took, she seen the Benz-oShe seen them TVs and them big old rims, holmesAyo the bitch useta bring you dough used to be your bottom hoNow your paper comin' slow, she feel like she had to goRoll with them rich niggas and ball with them ballersPolitic with the willies the real shot callers
[Verse 3: Bun B]I got one life to live, follow that light that keeps on guidin meHaters tryin me, hoes is a-bidein me, media ride meKing of the Underground so the streets is steady hiding meRepresentin sure tasters, the yay' keep takin pride in meStreets Deciple slide-in me, status reports the badestYou caught walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newportI can't stay away like Too $hort, I gots to break a bastards backTore em up, get lem ready to port, put 'em on the master trackI blast the facts the life in the grill, gorilla pimpinIf I have to mack ya wife then I will, it's me and 50 CentMy nigga, live in trife, and thats real, talkin shit on usHats like pullin out a knife and dont kill, that's on the TrillI'm on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit trueI split through, your defences, so relentless, get youWithout you even knowing got you strippin and even hoeingYou don't wanna let the pro in the door, this what we showin
[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 it's time I get minesExcept the serve and everything'll be fine, bitch
[Outro]Runnin from pimpin, bitch you need to run to some pimpinWit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on hoYou still ain't figured out what a ho supposed to look likeLook at you motherfucka here, huh bitch?How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that ho?Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the streetBitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch!