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фотография 50 Cent f The Game, G-Unit

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Hate it or Love It (Remix)

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Видео: 50 Cent f The Game, G-Unit -  Hate it or Love It (Remix)  

[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
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 mornin, niggaz had 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

[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 MVP)
(And I ain`t goin` nowhere, so you can get to know me)

[The Game]
I told Dre from the gate "I`d carry the heat for ya"
First mixtape song I inherited beef for ya
Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G for ya
Put Compton on my back when you in need of soldiers
At my last show I threw away my N.W.A. gold
I had the whole crowd yellin "Free Yayo!"
So niggaz better get up outta mine
For I creep and turn your projects into Columbine
And I`m rap`s MVP
Don`t make me remind y`all 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 lil` 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?

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (Lloyd Banks)
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 MVP)
(And I ain`t goin` nowhere, so you can get to know me)

[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
I thought it would change, it`s stayin` the same

[Lloyd Banks]
How many of them boys is witcha`
When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
I`m walking with a snub, cause niggaz do a lot of slick talkin
in the club `til 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 it`s an Auggie shirt and my coat
Now I`m speedin, reminiscin; holdin my weed in, never listen
If I see him I`ma lift `em
And maybe that`ll even the score
But if not, it`ll be me on the floor

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (Tony Yayo)
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 MVP)
(And I ain`t goin` nowhere, so you can get to know me)

[Tony Yayo]
I started out at 15, scared as hell
I took 30 off a pack and made them sales
As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
With that lil deuce-deuce and my triple fat goose
Sippin +Easy Jesus+, rockin a leases
My momma wit me when she found my pieces
I look back on life, thank God I`m blessed
We the best on the planet so forget the rest

[Young Buck]
You know I`m still nice with my cook game
Look man, it`s a hood thang; that`s why I`m loved in Brook-lyn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time homey, I`m still all good
Let me show you what a thug bout I`m born to die
I took the bullets outta 50 put `em in my fo`-five
And I ain`t even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain`t seen a royalty check

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (Young Buck)
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 MVP)
(And I ain`t goin` nowhere, so you can get to know me)
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