As the World Turns

By 50 Cent

On Power of the Dollar

Released on 2000

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[Intro: 50 Cent]

Uhhhhh, uh-huh, uh-huhhhhh, uh-huh, uh-huhhhhh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-uh-uh-uh

Uh-huh, uh-huhhhhh, uh-huh, uh-huhhhhh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-uh-uh-uh

Money make a pimp, pimp hoes

Hustler 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: 50 Cent]

Nigga I need money to maintain, hustlin' ain't a game

Nigga go against the grain gon' get tore out the frame

TVs in the Range, I'm into nice thangs

I slang weed, cocaine and heroin

50 Cent, that's my name, nigga I bring the pain

You thought shit stay the same, nigga shit gon' change

Put a bullet in your brain, nigga at close range

Run away with ya rollie, your rings and your motherfuckin chain

Ain't nothing funny, mane, I'm about my money, mane

Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I ain't playin

Better understan 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 nigga 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 ho loose as hell, you betta crack the whip, mane


[Chorus: 50 Cent]

A pimp ain't a pimp with no mothafuckin' hoes

A hustler ain't a hustler with no mothafuckin' dough

A thug ain't a thug if his gun don't smoke

A playa ain't a playa if his ass dead broke

A pimp ain't a pimp with no mothafuckin' hoes

A hustler ain't a hustler with no mothafuckin' 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: 50 Cent]

I live life in the fast lane

Man, I ain't got nuttin to lose, everything to gain

Either you with me or against me man ain't nuthin' change

Nigga, you.. go against the grain, I'll make you.. walk with a cane

Now nigga now who you gon' blame when shit ain't the same

Nigga nobody hears your name, you got down wit a gang

031 Blood, y'all niggas do your thang

You got two felonies, fuck it, go out with a bang

Y'all niggas wanna hang with niggas that filthy rich

They ain't even got to talk to take your bitch

One look was all it took, she seen the Benz-o

She seen them TVs and them big old rims, holmes

Ayo the bitch 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 niggas 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 a-bidein me, media ride me

King of the Underground so the streets is steady hiding me

Representin Short Texas, V.A. keep takin pride in me

Streets Deciple 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 lem 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 nigga, live in trife, and thats real, talkin shit on us

Thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill, that's on the Trill

I'm on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit true

I split through, your defences, 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


[Chorus: 50 Cent]

A pimp ain't a pimp with no mothafuckin' hoes

A hustler ain't a hustler with no mothafuckin' dough

A thug ain't a thug if his gun don't smoke

A playa ain't a playa if his ass dead broke


[Bridge: 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 mines

Except the serve and everything'll be fine, bitch


[Outro: 50 Cent]

Runnin' from pimpin', bitch 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 motherfucka here, huh bitch?

How you gunna catch some dates lookin' like that ho?

Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street

Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin', bitch!