50 Cent feat. Game-Hate or love it
28. 9. 2006
[50 Cent]
Yeah, let´s take ´em back
Uh-huh..
Comin up I was confused, my mommy kissin a girl
Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world
Daddy ain´t around, probably out commitin felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check check out +My Melody+"
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
Four-four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Lana told me if I passed I´d get a sheepskin coat
If I can 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 mornin, niggaz had stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain´t nuttin good in the hood
I´d run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (The Game)
Hate it or love it, the underdog´s on top
And I´m gon´ shine homey until my heart stop
(Go ´head envy me, I´m rap´s M.V.P.)
(And I ain´t goin nowhere, so you can get to know me)
[The Game]
G-G-G-G-G-Unit, on the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires
I´ll fo´-five ´em, kill a nigga on my song
and really do it, that´s the true meanin of a ghostwriter
Ten G´sll take your daughter out her Air Forces
Believe you me homey, I know all about losses
I´m from Compton, where the wrong colors be cautious
One phone call´ll have your body dumped in marshes
I stay strapped like car seats, been bangin
since my lil´ nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys
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´ma ride
and if I gotta die, I´d rather a homicide
I ain´t have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I´m goin back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
From the beginnin to the end, losers lose
When it´s win this is real we ain´t got to pretend
The cold world that we in, is 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 fuckin with 5-0 it´s all startin to make sense
My moms happy, she ain´t gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waitin on shop money to lamp, sittin in the Range
Thinkin how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes
when there´s kids starvin
´Pac is gone and Brenda still throwin babies in the garbage
I wanna know "What´s Goin´ On" like I hear Marvin
No schoolbooks, they used that wood to build coffins
Whenever I´m in the booth and I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Bank had got that abortion?
I love you ma
[Chorus]
: The Documentary
Song: Hate it or Love It
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[50 Cent]
Yeah, let´s take ´em back
Uh-huh..
Comin up I was confused, my mommy kissin a girl
Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world
Daddy ain´t around, probably out commitin felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check check out +My Melody+"
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
Four-four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Lana told me if I passed I´d get a sheepskin coat
If I can 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 mornin, niggaz had stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain´t nuttin good in the hood
I´d run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (The Game)
Hate it or love it, the underdog´s on top
And I´m gon´ shine homey until my heart stop
(Go ´head envy me, I´m rap´s M.V.P.)
(And I ain´t goin nowhere, so you can get to know me)
[The Game]
G-G-G-G-G-Unit, on the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires
I´ll fo´-five ´em, kill a nigga on my song
and really do it, that´s the true meanin of a ghostwriter
Ten G´sll take your daughter out her Air Forces
Believe you me homey, I know all about losses
I´m from Compton, where the wrong colors be cautious
One phone call´ll have your body dumped in marshes
I stay strapped like car seats, been bangin
since my lil´ nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys
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´ma ride
and if I gotta die, I´d rather a homicide
I ain´t have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I´m goin back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
From the beginnin to the end, losers lose
When it´s win this is real we ain´t got to pretend
The cold world that we in, is 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 fuckin with 5-0 it´s all startin to make sense
My moms happy, she ain´t gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waitin on shop money to lamp, sittin in the Range
Thinkin how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes
when there´s kids starvin
´Pac is gone and Brenda still throwin babies in the garbage
I wanna know "What´s Goin´ On" like I hear Marvin
No schoolbooks, they used that wood to build coffins
Whenever I´m in the booth and I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Bank had got that abortion?
I love you ma
[Chorus]
Yeah, let´s take ´em back
Uh-huh..
Comin up I was confused, my mommy kissin a girl
Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world
Daddy ain´t around, probably out commitin felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check check out +My Melody+"
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
Four-four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Lana told me if I passed I´d get a sheepskin coat
If I can 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 mornin, niggaz had stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain´t nuttin good in the hood
I´d run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (The Game)
Hate it or love it, the underdog´s on top
And I´m gon´ shine homey until my heart stop
(Go ´head envy me, I´m rap´s M.V.P.)
(And I ain´t goin nowhere, so you can get to know me)
[The Game]
G-G-G-G-G-Unit, on the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires
I´ll fo´-five ´em, kill a nigga on my song
and really do it, that´s the true meanin of a ghostwriter
Ten G´sll take your daughter out her Air Forces
Believe you me homey, I know all about losses
I´m from Compton, where the wrong colors be cautious
One phone call´ll have your body dumped in marshes
I stay strapped like car seats, been bangin
since my lil´ nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys
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´ma ride
and if I gotta die, I´d rather a homicide
I ain´t have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I´m goin back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
From the beginnin to the end, losers lose
When it´s win this is real we ain´t got to pretend
The cold world that we in, is 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 fuckin with 5-0 it´s all startin to make sense
My moms happy, she ain´t gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waitin on shop money to lamp, sittin in the Range
Thinkin how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes
when there´s kids starvin
´Pac is gone and Brenda still throwin babies in the garbage
I wanna know "What´s Goin´ On" like I hear Marvin
No schoolbooks, they used that wood to build coffins
Whenever I´m in the booth and I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Bank had got that abortion?
I love you ma
[Chorus]
: The Documentary
Song: Hate it or Love It
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[50 Cent]
Yeah, let´s take ´em back
Uh-huh..
Comin up I was confused, my mommy kissin a girl
Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world
Daddy ain´t around, probably out commitin felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check check out +My Melody+"
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
Four-four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Lana told me if I passed I´d get a sheepskin coat
If I can 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 mornin, niggaz had stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain´t nuttin good in the hood
I´d run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (The Game)
Hate it or love it, the underdog´s on top
And I´m gon´ shine homey until my heart stop
(Go ´head envy me, I´m rap´s M.V.P.)
(And I ain´t goin nowhere, so you can get to know me)
[The Game]
G-G-G-G-G-Unit, on the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires
I´ll fo´-five ´em, kill a nigga on my song
and really do it, that´s the true meanin of a ghostwriter
Ten G´sll take your daughter out her Air Forces
Believe you me homey, I know all about losses
I´m from Compton, where the wrong colors be cautious
One phone call´ll have your body dumped in marshes
I stay strapped like car seats, been bangin
since my lil´ nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys
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´ma ride
and if I gotta die, I´d rather a homicide
I ain´t have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I´m goin back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
From the beginnin to the end, losers lose
When it´s win this is real we ain´t got to pretend
The cold world that we in, is 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 fuckin with 5-0 it´s all startin to make sense
My moms happy, she ain´t gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waitin on shop money to lamp, sittin in the Range
Thinkin how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes
when there´s kids starvin
´Pac is gone and Brenda still throwin babies in the garbage
I wanna know "What´s Goin´ On" like I hear Marvin
No schoolbooks, they used that wood to build coffins
Whenever I´m in the booth and I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Bank had got that abortion?
I love you ma
[Chorus]