the game
hate it or love it (street remix)
That will be the end of 50 cent on shady aftermath I'm moving forward in my career if Dre had got creativly tied up onto The Game project if he's confused (echoes) [Verse 1] [The Game] Comin' up he was confused his momma kissin a girl If THE shit happened in my household I might hurl Daddy ain't around PROBLY out doin' crack AND Scarface told me ya snitchin just like a rat Wanna live good so he snitched on thugs SomeBODY must have told him steroids wasn't A drug Walkin' round town everyday in that snitch coat Put niggaz behind bars but homie that ain't dope Now he toss and turn in his sleep at night Wake up in the morning watch cops on miami vice Different day same snitch ain't nothin good in the hood He'd run away from New York and never Come back if he could [Chorus x2] Hate it or love it the underdoggs on top And he gon tell and go runnin to the cops Go head snitch on me Im raps M.V.P And I ain't goin nowhere so they can come and get me [Verse 2] [The Game] G-G-G-G-UNOT! On the grill of my low rider Guns on both sides right ABOVE DA gold wires I'll .45 'em Kill banks on my song AND really do it thats the true meaning of a ghost writer 10 G's 'd take Yayo out his air forces Believe you me homie i know all about losses Im from Compton wear the wrong colors be cautious One phone call will have his body broke in parts and, I stay strapped like car seats Been bangin' since my little nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys Thats 10 years i told buck in '05 I catch 50 let me tie up my Air Max '95's I told u niggaz when i met u im'a ride and if i gotta die rather homocide I ain't have 50 cent when my grandmama died Now i'm goin back to cali same jacob on see how time fly [Chorus x2] Hate it or love it the underdoggs on top And he gon' tell and go runnin to the cops Go head snitch on me Im raps M.V.P And I ain't goin nowhere so they can come and get me [Verse 3] [The Game] From the beggining to the end Losers lose, winners win this is real we ain't GOTTA pretend The cold world that we in is full of pressure and pain Enough of that faggot now listen to Game Told Dre from the gate i carry the heat for ya first mixtape song i inherited Beef for ya Gritted my teeth for ya G-G-G G for ya Put compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers At my last show i through away my N.W.A GOLD Had the whole crowd yellin' "Fuck YAYO!!" So niggaz betta get up out of mine For i creep and turn violator in to Columbine And i'm raps M.V.P Don't make me remind y'all Yayo was in P.C. That niggaa ain't gotti he pretend Mad at me cuz Olivia got a new boyfriend It seems ya little rat turned out to be a mouse THIS beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south And even 50 cent could vouch When the doubts was out i gave G-Unit mouth to mouth [Chorus x2] Hate it or love it the underdoggs on top And he gon tell and go runnin to the cops Go head snitch on me Im raps MVP And I ain't goin nowhere so they can come and get me