Hate it or love it
[50 Cent]Coming up I was confused, my mama kissing a girlConfusion occurs coming up in a cold worldDaddy ain't around, probably out committing feloniesMy favorite rapper used to sing, "Ch-check out my melody"I wanna live good so, shit, I sell dopeFor four-finger ring, one of them gold ropesNana told me, if I pass I'll get a sheepskin coatIf I could move a few packs, I'd get the hat, now that'd be dopeTossed and turned in my sleep that nightWoke up the next morning, niggas done stole my bikeDifferent day, same shit, ain't nothing good in the hoodI'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
(chorus x2)[50 Cent] Hate it or love it, the underdog's on topAnd I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stop[The Game] Go head and envy me, I'm rap's MVPAnd I ain't going nowhere so you can get to know me
[The Game]On the grill of my lowriderGuns on both sides, right above the gold wiresI'll four-five 'emKill a nigga on my song and really do it - that's the true meaning of a "ghostwriter"Ten G's'll take your daughter outta Air ForcesBelieve you me, homie, I know all about lossesI'm from Compton, wear the wrong colors, be cautiousOne phone call'll have your body dumped in marshesI stay strapped like car seats, been bangingSince ma lil' nigga, Rob, got killed for his Barkley'sThat's ten years I told Pooh in ninety-five:"I'll kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95's"Told Banks when I met him, "I'mma rideAnd if I gotta die, I'd rather homicide"I ain't had 50 Cent when ma grand-mama diedNow I'm going back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
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From the beginning to the endLosers lose, winners winThis is real; we ain't gotta pretendThe cold world that we inIt's full of pressure and painEnough of me, nigga, now listen to Game
[The Game]Used to see five-oh, throw the crack by the benchNow I'm fucking with 5-O, it's all starting to make senseMy ma's happy, she ain't gotta pay the rentAnd she got a red bow on that brand new BenzWaiting on Sha Money to land, sitting in the RangeThinking, "How they spend 30 million dollars on airplanesWhen there's kids starving?"Pac is gone, and Brenda's still throwing babies in the garbageI wanna know "What's Going On" like I hear MarvinNo school books, they use their wood to build coffinsWhenever I'm in a booth and I get exhaustedI think, "What if Marie Baker got that abortion?"I love you, ma
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