Текст песни 50 Cent feat Bun B - As The World Turns

[Intro]
Money make a pimp, pimp hoes
Hustlers sell dope, thugs gun smoke, what?
Money make the world go round as the world turns
Money make the world go round as the world turns

[Verse 1]
N*gga I need money to maintain, hustlerin' ain't a game
N*gga go and gets the grain gon' get tore out the frame
TVs in the Range, I'm in the nice thangs
I slang weed, cocaine and heroine
50 Cent, that's my name, n*gga I bring the pain
You thought shit stay the same, n*gga shit gon' change
Put a bullet in your brain, n*gga at close range
Run away with ya Rollie, your rings and your motherf*ckin' chain
Ain't nothing funny mang, I'm about my money mang
B*tch get down on that track and get my money, I ain't playin
Better understand what I'm sayin' what I'm sayin', I ain't playin'
I'll be in front of your crib, layin, with the Mac to start sprayin'
Any n*gga that's in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lame
Crackers'll put ya in chains, box'll drive you insane
Sun can't shine all the time, man it's gotta rain
That whole loose is ill, you better crack the whip mang

[Hook x2]
A pimp ain't a pimp with no mothaf*ckin' hoes
A hustler ain't a hustler with no mothaf*ckin' dough
A thug ain't a thug if his gun don't smoke
A playa ain't a playa if his ass dead broke

[Verse 2]
I live life in the fast lane
Man I ain't got nuttin to lose, everything a game
Either you with me or against me man ain't nuttin change
N*gga, you go against the grain, I'll make you walk with a 'caine
Now n*gga now who you gon' blame when shit ain't the same
N*gga nobody hears your name, you got down wit a gang
O thirty-one blood, y'all n*ggas do your thang
You got two felonies, f*ck it, go out with a bang
Y'all n*ggas wanna hang with n*ggas that filthy rich
They ain't even got to talk to take your b*tch
One look was all it took, she seen the Benz-o
She seen them TVs and them big old rims, holmes
Ayo the b*tch used to bring you dough, used to be your bottom ho
Now your paper comin' slow, she feel like she had to go
Roll with them rich n*ggas and ball with them ballers
Politic with the willies the real shot callers

[Verse 3: Bun B]
I got one life to live, follow that light that keeps on guidin' me
Haters tryin' me, hoes is abiding me, media ride me
King of the Underground so the streets is steady hiding me
Representin' sure tasters, the yay keep takin' pride in me
Streets disciple slide in me, status reports the badest
You caught walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport
I can't stay away like Too $hort, I gots to break a bastards back
Tore 'em up, get 'em ready to port, put 'em on the master track
I blast the facts the life in the grill, gorilla pimpin'
If I have to mack ya wife then I will, it's me and 50 Cent
My n*gga, live in trife, and that's real, talkin' shit on us
Hats like pullin' out a knife and don't kill, that's on the Trill
I'm on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit true
I split through, your defenses, so relentless, get you
Without you even knowing got you strippin' and even hoeing
You don't wanna let the pro in the door, this what we showin'

[Hook x2]
A pimp ain't a pimp with no mothaf*ckin' hoes
A hustler ain't a hustler with no mothaf*ckin' dough
A thug ain't a thug if his gun don't smoke
A playa ain't a playa if his ass dead broke

[50 Cent]
Is your b*tch your b*tch or is your b*tch mines?
Is your b*tch your b*tch all the time?
You done got your paper, now it's time I get mines
Except the serve and everything'll be fine, b*tch

[Outro]
Runnin' from pimpin', b*tch you need to run to some pimpin'
Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on ho
You still ain't figured out what a ho supposed to look like
Look at you motherf*cka here, huh b*tch?
How you gonna catch some dates lookin' like that ho?
B*tch get off the sidewalk and into the street
B*tch the sidewalk is for pimpin' b*tch!