Hate It Or Love It (G.Unit Remix) feat.The Game, Tony Yayo, Young Buck & Lloyd Banks

アーティスト50 Cent, The Game, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Lloyd Banks
(Verse:50 Cent)
Coming up I was confused my momma kissing a girl
Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around probably out commiting felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing check check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
For a 4 finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I pass I get sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs I can get the hat now that a be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning niggas stole my bike
Different day same shit ain't nothing good in the hood
I runaway from this bitch a never come back if I could

(Chorus:50Cent + The Game)
Hate it or love it the underdogs on top
And I'm gon shine homie til my heart stop
Go head envy me, I'm raps MVP
And I ain't going no where so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it the underdogs on top
And I'm gon shine homie til my heart stop
Go head envy me, I'm raps MVP
And I ain't going nowhere so you can get to know me

(Verse2:The Game)
On the grill of my lowrider guns on both sides
Right above the gold wires
I four five um
Kill a nigga on my song and really do it
That's the true meaning of a ghost writer
10 g's will take your daughter out her air forces
Believe you me homie I know all about losses
I'm from Compton wear the wrong colors be cautious
One phone call, have your body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped liek car seats
Been banging since my little nigga Rob got killed for his Barkley's
That's ten years, I told Pooh in 95 I'll kill you try me for my
air max 95's
Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride,
And if I gotta die, rather homicide, I ain't have 50 cent when my
grandmomma died
Now I'm going back to Cali with my Jacob on see how time flie

(Chorus:50 Cent+Lloyd Banks)

(Verse 3)
(50 cent)
From the beginning to the end
Losers lose winners win
This real we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
I thought it would change it's staying the same
How many of them boys is with ya
When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walking with the snub niggas do a lot of slick talking
In the club till there caughing on the rug
I ain't neve had much but a walkmen and a bud
My role model was gone snorting up his drug
Bad enough they want me to choke
My boy just got poked in the thoroat
Now there's an RIP shirt in my coat

(Verse 4)
I started out at 15, scared as hell
I took 30 off a pack and I made them sell
As a youth man I used to hustle for loot
With that little duce duce in my triple fat goose
Sippin easy jesus rocking the leases
momma whipped me when she found my pieces
I look back on my life and thank good I'm blessed
We're the best on the planet so forget the rest
You know I'm still nice with my cook game
Look man it's a hood thing, that's why I'm loved in Brooklyn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time homie I'm still all good
Let me show you what a thug bout, I was born to die
I took the bullets out of 50 put'em in my 45
And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check bitch.

(Chorus: 50 Cent+Young Buck)


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