[50 Cent]
Ya, let´s take em back
Uh huh
Comin up I was confused my momma 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 ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope for a fo-finger ring
One of them gold ropes
NaNa told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and 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
[Chorus (50 then Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog´s on top
And I´m gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go head´ envy me
I´m raps MVP
And I ain´t goin nowhere so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it the underdog´s on top
And I´m gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go head´ envy me
I´m raps MVP
And I ain´t goin nowhere so you can get to know me
[Game]
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 but really do it
Thats the true meaning of a ~ghostwriter~
10 g´z will take ya daughter out of Air Forces
Believe you me homie i know all bout losses
I´m from Compton where the wrong colors be cautious
One phone call will have ya body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin since my lil nigga Rob got killed for his Barkley´s
That´s 10 years I told Pooh in 95´ I´d kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95s
Told Banks when i met him imma ride
And if I gotta die rather homicide
I ain´t have 50 Cent when my Grandmomma 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, winners 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
[Game]
Used to see 5-0 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 Sha Money to land sittin in the Range
Thinkin how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there´s kids starvin
Pac is gone and Brendas still throwin babies in the garbage
I wanna know what´s goin on like i hear Marvin
No school books they use that wood to build coffins
Whenever I´m in the booth and i get exhausted
I think what if Marie Banker got that abortion
I love ya Ma´
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.com
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