50 Cent Lyrics
50 Cent Lyrics
"Make Money By Any Means Lyrics"
Cross My Heart Lyrics
(Hamish Steward/Sharon Robinson) You're like a child within The one who just won't give in Oh how you love to play I wanna understand I wanna do all I can I wanna make you stay Where will I find you Next time I lose you I'm just a fool for your touch Cross my heart I wanna love you How can I love you If you keep running away Cross my heart It's getting stronger I can't wait much longer You gotta stop running away
f/ 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)
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 (hahah
(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
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 gripIs This Thing Loaded? Lyrics
There's something about a morning without the picture perfect Ribbons in her hair It's raining She knows that she wants to let me in Cause my dear I can't breathe out here It's cold so tell me why I break in pieces for hopeless reasons Stereo therapy heals my lesions Do you know what it's like to hurt at night for oh no reason? Do you know what it's like? So forget the feelings so few have She says I love you to death And forget the feelin
For these babies faggots flippin', dial 1-800-TIPS(Hamish Steward/Sharon Robinson) You're like a child within The one who just won't give in Oh how you love to play I wanna understand I wanna do all I can I wanna make you stay Where will I find you Next time I lose you I'm just a fool for your touch Cross my heart I wanna love you How can I love you If you keep running away Cross my heart It's getting stronger I can't wait much longer You gotta stop running away
f/ 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)
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 (hahah
Radiation Lyrics
There’s radiation in my tv set (it’s realigning you) I guess I know that but it hasn’t got me yet (How do you know?) I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know Disinformation on my tv set (it’s reprogramming you) They try, it’s true but I can hear beyond the noise and see the truth I know, I know, I know, I know (How can you know?) I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know I know the difference somehow If I was be
a)There’s radiation in my tv set (it’s realigning you) I guess I know that but it hasn’t got me yet (How do you know?) I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know Disinformation on my tv set (it’s reprogramming you) They try, it’s true but I can hear beyond the noise and see the truth I know, I know, I know, I know (How can you know?) I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know I know the difference somehow If I was be
(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
Me and You Lyrics
Intro: RM The sunshine and the music h?h? The sunshine and the music h?h? B + J Me and you and summertime blue Singin' hey na na, ho na na Bridge1 B + J Hey nana, ho nana, hey nana ho ho ho Hey nana, ho nana, hey nana ho ho ho Verse 1 J From the moment that we met Oh girl I can't forget The way you smile, oh no B Let me tell you how it feels To fall in love head over heels I like your style RM T
no we always run scandalIntro: RM The sunshine and the music h?h? The sunshine and the music h?h? B + J Me and you and summertime blue Singin' hey na na, ho na na Bridge1 B + J Hey nana, ho nana, hey nana ho ho ho Hey nana, ho nana, hey nana ho ho ho Verse 1 J From the moment that we met Oh girl I can't forget The way you smile, oh no B Let me tell you how it feels To fall in love head over heels I like your style RM T
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
There's something about a morning without the picture perfect Ribbons in her hair It's raining She knows that she wants to let me in Cause my dear I can't breathe out here It's cold so tell me why I break in pieces for hopeless reasons Stereo therapy heals my lesions Do you know what it's like to hurt at night for oh no reason? Do you know what it's like? So forget the feelings so few have She says I love you to death And forget the feelin
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, Iraq 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)