Текст песни The Product G and B f 50 Cent - Tired of Being Broke
The Product G and B f 50 Cent - Tired of Being Broke слова песни
[50 Cent]The only excuse for being broke is being in jailHeh-heh, yo, yo, yoThe only excuse for being broke is being in jailSome work a nine to five to make moneySome cock that, aim, that take money"How To Rob" was an warning not a jokeCause niggas in the hood is really tired of being brokeThese cats quick to splurge on luxurious thingsAnd when we come through they tuck chains and turn their ringsDiamonds, you bought that?They gon` take that[G&B]I`m chillin` on the cornerWith a dollar in my pocketThe deed go bye-bye cause my man`s watchin`Shit is hard in the ghettoBut we still get by(We still get by)Every day I see the same ol` problemsBut it seems like we`re never gonna solve themBut I know if we keep on marchingOne day we will find[G&B]I`m tired of being brokeBeing locked down ain`t no jokeWill anyone make a change?Why must we live this way?I`m tired of being brokeBeing locked down ain`t no jokeWhy must we live this way?[G&B]I`m livin` in a world where they ain`t no windowsAnd when you`re rich it seem so simpleKind of hard for you to understand struggleBut this is my life, haAnd I know one day we`re gonna change itLet the game blow it up and rearrange itTill then we do whatever we canIn the end it`s a brand new life that we living inRepeat 1 (2x)[50 Cent]Uh-huh come onDon`t nobody smile when I come throughBut they say I`m a funny catI lose shooting dicePull out take my money backFifty ain`t the type to be runnin` his mouthUh-huh, Fifty run with dem kids that`ll run in your houseIf these rappers were killers I would`ve been deadBut they all aim at my legs instead of my headI`m giving out ass whoopins while you`re givin` out hugsI figured out niggas respect fear more than loveRepeat 1[G&B](50 Cent)I said you don`t knowLike I know, ohI said you don`t knowLike the Product no, oh(Refugee Camp)I said you don`t knowLike my fellas no(G&B)I said you don`t know what it feels like to be broke[50 Cent]East Coast, West CoastUp North, the Dirty SouthThis goes out to all my thugsWorldwide I see the struggleTry and stay alive, ya heard?One love, yeah one love, yo