Hate it or love it lyrics

[50 Cent]

Coming up I was confused, my mama kissing a girl

Confusion occurs coming up in a cold world

Daddy ain't around, probably out committing felonies

My favorite rapper used to sing, "Ch-check out my melody"

I wanna live good so, shit, I sell dope

For four-finger ring, one of them gold ropes

Nana told me, if I pass I'll get a sheepskin coat

If I could move a few packs, I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope

Tossed and turned in my sleep that night

Woke up the next morning, niggas done stole my bike

Different day, same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood

I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

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[50 Cent] Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top

And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stop

[The Game] Go head and envy me, I'm rap's MVP

And I ain't going nowhere so you can get to know me

[The Game]

On the grill of my lowrider

Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires

I'll four-five 'em

Kill 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 Forces

Believe you me, homie, I know all about losses

I'm from Compton, wear the wrong colors, be cautious

One phone call'll have your body dumped in marshes

I stay strapped like car seats, been banging

Since ma lil' nigga, Rob, got killed for his Barkley's

That'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 ride

And if I gotta die, I'd rather homicide"

I ain't had 50 Cent when ma grand-mama died

Now I'm going back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?

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From the beginning to the end

Losers lose, winners win

This is real; we ain't gotta pretend

The cold world that we in

It's full of pressure and pain

Enough of me, nigga, now listen to Game

[The Game]

Used to see five-oh, throw the crack by the bench

Now I'm fucking with 5-O, it's all starting to make sense

My ma's happy, she ain't gotta pay the rent

And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz

Waiting on Sha Money to land, sitting in the Range

Thinking, "How they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes

When there's kids starving?"

Pac is gone, and Brenda's still throwing babies in the garbage

I wanna know "What's Going On" like I hear Marvin

No school books, they use their wood to build coffins

Whenever I'm in a booth and I get exhausted

I think, "What if Marie Baker got that abortion?"

I love you, ma

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• Artist:The Game
• Album:The Documentary (2005)