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Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh huh
Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl
Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, prolly out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
For a fo' finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'll be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep at night
Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
REF.
Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya
First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya
Gritted my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya
Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold
And had the whole crowd yellin' free Yayo
So niggas better get up outta mine
Before I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine
And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C.
This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us, cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
And it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth
REF.
Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
From the beginnin' to end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real, we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
I thought it would change
But its stayin' 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 walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in
the club
Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a
walkman and a bud
My role model is gone, snortin' up his drug, bad enough they
want me to choke
My boy just got poked in the throat, now its a R.I.P. Shirt in my
coat
Now I'm speedin' reminiscin', holdin' my weed in never listen
If I see him and lift him and maybe that'll even the score
And if not, then that'll be me on the floor
REF.
Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
I started out at fifteen, scared as hell
I took thirty off a pack and I made them sell
As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
With that little duece duece and my triple fat goose
Sippin' easy Jesus rockin' the laces
Mama with me and when she found my pieces
I look back on life and think God I'm blessed
We the best on the planet so forget the rest
You know I'm still nice with my cooked game
Look mayn, its a hood thang thats why I'm loved in Brooklayn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time, homie I'm still all good
Let me show what a thug that born to die
I took the bullets outta 50 and put 'em in my four five
And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check bitch
REF.
Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me.
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Komentarze (6):
[50 Cent]
Yea
Let's take'em back
Uh huh
Coming up I was confused
My mama kissing a girl
Confusion occurs
Coming up in a cold world
Daddy aint around
Probably out committing felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing
Check, check out my melody
I wanna live good so shit I sell dope
For a four-finger rings
One of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I passed I get a sheep skin coat
If I could move a few packs
I get the hat
Now that'll be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning
Niggaz done stole my bike
Different day, same shit
Ain't nothing good in the hood
I run away from this bitch
And never come back if I could
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
[Game]
On the grill of ma low rider
Guns on both sides
Right above the gold wires I four-five'em
Kill a nigga on ma song
And really do it
That's the true meaning of a ghostwriter
Ten g'z will 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, have your body dumped in Marcy
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 '95
I'll kill you if you try me for my air-max 95's
Told Banks when I met'em I'm a ride
And if I gotta die, rather homicide
I ain't had 50 cent when ma grand-mama died
Now I'm going back to Cali with ma jacob on
See how time fly?
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
[50 Cent]
From the beginning to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real we aint gotta pretend
The cold world that we in
It's full of pressure and pain
Enough of me nigga now listen to Game
[Game]
Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fucking with 5-0, it's all starting to make sense
My Ma's happy, she aint 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 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
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
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