make money by any means lyrics – 50 cent

(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*ck 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*gg*s 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 *ss on phil donahue explaining what the f*ck i done to you
thug n*gg*s in the street saying i’m sunning you
dude i’ll smoke you every motherf*cker under you
people say chill, but still i do, what i wanna do
for now on, when i speak, y’all n*gg*s better listen
why run against a thoroughbred when you ain’t in no condition
still got sh*t on ya nose, from all that *ss 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*ck 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*ck wit mines, i’ma view you at ya weight money
it ain’t a game

(verse 2 – noreaga)
yo where my down south n*gg*s at, i’m playing piddy-pat
wit this kitty cat, b*tch swear she a city rat
it’s nore now, here look read the story now
my name nore, and n*gg*s know how i rip
and if i don’t feel a n*gg*, i don’t get on his sh*t
y’all can love me, or hate me, or suck my d*ck
i like my hoes just like summer, no cl*ss
and n*gg*s working so hard, and getting no *ss
why y’all n*gg*s acting like, it’s all i’ll in y’all square
motherf*cker you ain’t know that it’s a hood everywhere
me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal
weak n*gg*s, have us lighting up candles
sending out roses, condolences, notices
focuses on, n*gg*s like fu quan
yo in they ground, n*gg*s 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*ck 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*ck 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*tches you hitting, when you living the thug life
b*tches i don’t love no of ’em, the guns i’m running ’em
punk n*gg*s i’m sunning ’em, every chance i get
man i know n*gg*s 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*gg*s out there, thinking you the nicest
me 50, i’m ya motherf*cking 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*ck 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*ck wit mines, i’ma view you at ya weight money
it ain’t a game

(50 cent talking)
know what i’m saying

/ 50 cent lyrics