Tired of Being Broke

[50 Cent]

The only excuse for being broke is being in jail

Heh-heh, yo, yo, yo

The only excuse for being broke is being in jail

Some work a nine to five to make money

Some cock that, aim, that take money

"How To Rob" was an warning not a joke

Cause niggas in the hood is really tired of being broke

These cats quick to splurge on luxurious things

And when we come through they tuck chains and turn their rings

Diamonds, you bought that?

They gon' take that

[G&B]

I'm chillin' on the corner

With a dollar in my pocket

The deed go bye-bye cause my man's watchin'

Shit is hard in the ghetto

But we still get by

(We still get by)

Every day I see the same ol' problems

But it seems like we're never gonna solve them

But I know if we keep on marching

One day we will find

[G&B]

I'm tired of being broke

Being locked down ain't no joke

Will anyone make a change?

Why must we live this way?

I'm tired of being broke

Being locked down ain't no joke

Why must we live this way?

[G&B]

I'm livin' in a world where they ain't no windows

And when you're rich it seem so simple

Kind of hard for you to understand struggle

But this is my life, ha

And I know one day we're gonna change it

Let the game blow it up and rearrange it

Till then we do whatever we can

In the end it's a brand new life that we living in

Repeat 1 (2x)

[50 Cent]

Uh-huh come on

Don't nobody smile when I come through

But they say I'm a funny cat

I lose shooting dice

Pull out take my money back

Fifty ain't the type to be runnin' his mouth

Uh-huh, Fifty run with dem kids that'll run in your house

If these rappers were killers I would've been dead

But they all aim at my legs instead of my head

I'm giving out ass whoopins while you're givin' out hugs

I figured out niggas respect fear more than love

Repeat 1

[G&B](50 Cent)

I said you don't know

Like I know, oh

I said you don't know

Like the Product no, oh

(Refugee Camp)

I said you don't know

Like my fellas no

(G&B)

I said you don't know what it feels like to be broke

[50 Cent]

East Coast, West Coast

Up North, the Dirty South

This goes out to all my thugs

Worldwide I see the struggle

Try and stay alive, ya heard?

One love, yeah one love, yo