I'm a Pimp

[50 Cent] Nigga I need money to maintain, hustlin ain't a game Nigga that go 'gainst the grain, gon' get to' out the frame TV's in the Range, I'm into nice thangs I slang weed, cocaine and hero-ayn 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 up with your Roley your rings and your motherfuckin chain Haters, you funny mayne, I'm 'bout my money mayne Bitch get down on that track and get my money I ain't playin Better understand what I'm sayin when I'm sayin I ain't playin I'll be in front of yo' 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 you in chains, boxes to drive you insane Sun cain't shine all the time man it's gotta rain Now hoe go sell, you better crack the whip mayne [Bun B] Well a pimp is a pimp and Bun is comin to get'cha And if 6 is 9 then I'm 30 thousand dollars richer Hit your bitch when she ain't wit'cha, Pryor pussy like Richard Wide open make her forget ya then nut on your picture Lit your world up like the 4th of July, nobody knew why Not too fly maybe fo' fly, servin dick to make your hoe cry My nigga you know I chew ya like a barracuda Who and what you thought you could do to non-hesitatin game shooters Blew your spot up, when I left nobody got up If they did they got shot up left for dead in the parking lot, what? Nigga you got nuts, put your money where yo' mouth is I doubt this motherfucker even know what the South is All about, startin the clock, ring the bell or somethin Cause they stuntin, steady frontin, not cuttin, talkin 'bout nuttin Now what in the fuck, made them push the button of a mack Now I'm set to attack, crackin yo' back, just call me Jack cause I'ma rip [Chorus] When money is no object ("I'm a pimp") When money is no object ("I'm a pimp") When money .. when money When money is no object what you thank, it's a game? Bitch you will discover ("I'm a pimp") Bitch you will discover ("I'm a pimp") Bitch you will dis.. pimpin, bitch you will dis.. pimpin Bitch you will discover I'm a pimp and not a lover [50 Cent] Aiyyo the bitch used to bring me dough, used to be yo' bottom hoe Now yo' paper comin slow, she feel like she had to go Roll with them rich niggas and ball with them ballers Politic with them Willies, the real shot callers [Too $hort] Yeah 50, yeah I took his hoe Now he comin 'round here, what he lookin fo'? He'll never get her back, she chose another mack His other hoes are whack and that's nothin but a fact I'm a pimp, I don't love 'em like that If I ever lose a hoe I get another right back I'm Too $hort, a real player and a pimp I ain't seen you in a while, Pimp C tell 'em where you been [Pimp C] Been around the world, y'all niggas ain't seen all the shit I seen Yeah I'm good, sittin in the S covered 16 I'm comin through a couple bars {?} lean 600 Benz S Class, know what the fuck I mean? A pimper, I stay in shrimp-ah, like Jack Tripper A candy sweet dipper, playin with cock and suckin on nipples Every day my game get thicker, gettin good head from champagne sippers Rapper to bird flipper, man a motherfuckin ripper [Too $hort] It's called gangsters to strippers Murder Mob and the Pack bumpin loud on the speakers From the A to the Bay, Newport to new graves I'm breakin these hoes on Too $hort's mixtape And this ain't even the album It's just a mixtape, it ain't even out yet So close your mouth bitch, turn it up loud it hits Jazze Pha and Lil Jon I told you all about the shit [Chorus]