GAME SONGS

          Hate It or Love It

 

[Produced By: Cool & Dre]

[Intro: 50 Cent]

Yeah, let's take 'em back

Uh-huh

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

Coming up I was confused, my mommy kissing a girl

Confusion occurs coming up in the cold world

Daddy ain't 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 ring, one of them gold ropes

Nana 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 morning, niggas had 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

[Hook: 50 Cent + (The Game)]

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top

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

(Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P

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

[Verse 2: 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 meaning of a ghostwriter

Ten G's will take your daughter out her 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 Marcy

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 homicide

I ain't have 50 cent when my grandmama died

Now I'm going back to Cali

With my Jacob on, see how time fly?

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