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50 cent, lloyd banks, young buck, tony yayo – hate it or love it (remix) كلمات اغاني

yeah, let’s take em back
uh_huh

comin’ up i was confused my momma kissin’ a girl
confusion occurs comin’ up in a 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 sh_t 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 at night
woke up the next morning n_ggas done stole my bike
different day, same sh_t, ain’t nothing good in the hood
i’d run away from this b_tch and nevеr come back if i could

hate it or love it, thе underdog’s on top
and i’m gon’ 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 gon’ 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
i told dre from the gate, “i’d carry the heat for ya”
first mixtape song i inherited beef for ya
gritted my t__th for ya
g_g_g_g for ya
put compton on my back when you was 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 n_ggas betta get up outta mine
‘fore i creep and turn yo’ projects into columbine

and i’m rap’s mvp
don’t make me remind y’all what happened to d.c
this n_gga ain’t gotti, he pretend
mad at us ’cause ashanti got a new boyfriend
and it seems yo’ little rat turned out to be a mouse
this beef sh_t 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

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 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 gon’ 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

from the beginnin’ of 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

how many of them boys was wit’ ya?
when you had that little tv
you had to hit on to get a picture
i’m walkin with the snub
’cause n_ggas do a lot of sl!ck talkin’ in the club
’til they coughing on the rug

i ain’t never had much but a walkman and a bud
my role model was gone
snortin’ up his drugs
bad enough they want me to choke
my boy just got poked in the throat
now it’s a r.i.p. shirt in my coat
now i’m speedin’ reminiscin’
holdin’ my weed in, never listen
if i see him, im’a lift ’em
and maybe that’ll even the score
but if not it’ll be me on the floor

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 raps mvp
and i ain’t goin’ nowhere so you can get to know me

i started out at 15, scared as h_ll
i took 30 off a pack and i 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 whipped me when she found my pieces
i look back on life and thank god i’m blessed
we the best on the planet so forget the rest

you know i’m still nice with my cook game
look man, it’s a hood thang
that’s why i’m loved in brooklyn
i handle mine just like a real n_gga should
if i do some time homie i’m still all good

let me show you what a thug ’bout, born to die
i took the bullets outta 50, put ’em in my .45
and i ain’t even got my feet wet yet
a seven figure n_gga who ain’t seen a royalty check

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 raps mvp
and i ain’t goin’ nowhere so you can get to know me

- 50 cent lloyd banks young buck tony yayo

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