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(feat. Spider Loc & Lloyd Banks) <br /> <br />[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] <br />Nigga things, change, dem stay the same <br />Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder <br />I put that work in to win, no problem <br /> <br />[Spider Loc] <br />All money ain't good money, this I know <br />But I still love hood money, I gets my dough <br />And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church <br />And still turned out fucked up, I did so much dirt <br />Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work <br />Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt <br />On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose <br />Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface <br />I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets <br />Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete <br />It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat <br />On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat <br />Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet <br />Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat <br />I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite <br />But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[Lloyd Banks] <br />Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon <br />is a first class ticket to a lesson <br />I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection <br />That's why I bring the Benz to impress him <br />{?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones <br />Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong <br />Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard <br />But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God <br />Either that or rob you on your boulevard <br />Bet you never thought for a second niggaz'd pull your card God <br />I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone <br />HP tatted on me so his memory lives on <br />Engagin in drama without your bomber'll <br />be funeral arrangements for your momma <br />I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna <br />Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[Spider Loc] <br />What nobody knows, all the roads you go through <br />You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you <br />Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs <br />Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do? <br />That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools <br />There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes <br />Or tell the tale that my heart contains <br />I explain, so many different parts of pain <br />I'm clean, but still some marks remain <br />From the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain <br />The cash made some people start to change <br />I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range <br />Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same <br />And practice makes perfect with the art of aim <br />You ain't really got the heart to bang <br />You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain
New song lyrics
(feat. Spider Loc & Lloyd Banks) <br /> <br />[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] <br />Nigga things, change, dem stay the same <br />Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder <br />I put that work in to win, no problem <br /> <br />[Spider Loc] <br />All money ain't good money, this I know <br />But I still love hood money, I gets my dough <br />And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church <br />And still turned out fucked up, I did so much dirt <br />Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work <br />Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt <br />On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose <br />Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface <br />I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets <br />Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete <br />It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat <br />On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat <br />Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet <br />Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat <br />I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite <br />But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[Lloyd Banks] <br />Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon <br />is a first class ticket to a lesson <br />I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection <br />That's why I bring the Benz to impress him <br />{?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones <br />Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong <br />Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard <br />But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God <br />Either that or rob you on your boulevard <br />Bet you never thought for a second niggaz'd pull your card God <br />I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone <br />HP tatted on me so his memory lives on <br />Engagin in drama without your bomber'll <br />be funeral arrangements for your momma <br />I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna <br />Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[Spider Loc] <br />What nobody knows, all the roads you go through <br />You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you <br />Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs <br />Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do? <br />That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools <br />There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes <br />Or tell the tale that my heart contains <br />I explain, so many different parts of pain <br />I'm clean, but still some marks remain <br />From the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain <br />The cash made some people start to change <br />I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range <br />Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same <br />And practice makes perfect with the art of aim <br />You ain't really got the heart to bang <br />You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain
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