That will be the end of 50 cent on shady aftermath
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I'm moving forward in my career
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if Dre had got creativly tied up onto The Game project
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if he's confused (echoes)
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[Verse 1]
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[The Game]
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Comin' up he was confused his momma kissin a girl
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If THE shit happened in my household I might hurl
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Daddy ain't around PROBLY out doin' crack
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AND Scarface told me ya snitchin just like a rat
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Wanna live good so he snitched on thugs
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SomeBODY must have told him steroids wasn't A drug
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Walkin' round town everyday in that snitch coat
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Put niggaz behind bars but homie that ain't dope
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Now he toss and turn in his sleep at night
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Wake up in the morning watch cops on miami vice
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Different day same snitch ain't nothin good in the hood
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He'd run away from New York and never Come back if he could
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[Chorus x2]
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Hate it or love it the underdoggs on top
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And he gon tell and go runnin to the cops
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Go head snitch on me
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Im raps M.V.P
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And I ain't goin nowhere so they can come and get me
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[Verse 2]
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[The Game]
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G-G-G-G-UNOT!
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On the grill of my low rider
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Guns on both sides right ABOVE DA gold wires
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I'll .45 'em
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Kill banks on my song AND really do it
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thats the true meaning of a ghost writer
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10 G's 'd take Yayo out his air forces
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Believe you me homie i know all about losses
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Im from Compton wear the wrong colors be cautious
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One phone call will have his body broke in parts and,
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I stay strapped like car seats
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Been bangin' since my little nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys
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Thats 10 years i told buck in '05 I catch 50 let me tie up my Air Max '95's
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I told u niggaz when i met u im'a ride and if i gotta die rather homocide
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I ain't have 50 cent when my grandmama died
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Now i'm goin back to cali same jacob on see how time fly
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[Chorus x2]
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Hate it or love it the underdoggs on top
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And he gon' tell and go runnin to the cops
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Go head snitch on me
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Im raps M.V.P
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And I ain't goin nowhere so they can come and get me
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[Verse 3]
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[The Game]
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From the beggining to the end
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Losers lose, winners win this is real we ain't GOTTA pretend
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The cold world that we in is full of pressure and pain
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Enough of that faggot now listen to Game
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Told Dre from the gate i carry the heat for ya
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first mixtape song i inherited Beef for ya
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Gritted my teeth for ya
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G-G-G G for ya
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Put compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
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At my last show i through away my N.W.A. GOLD
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Had the whole crowd yellin' "Fuck YAYO!!"
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So niggaz betta get up out of mine
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For i creep and turn violator in to Columbine
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And i'm raps M.V.P
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Don't make me remind y'all Yayo was in P.C.
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That niggaa ain't gotti he pretend
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Mad at me cuz Olivia got a new boyfriend
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It seems ya little rat turned out to be a mouse
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THIS beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
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And even 50 cent could vouch
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When the doubts was out i gave G-Unit mouth to mouth
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[Chorus x2]
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Hate it or love it the underdoggs on top
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And he gon tell and go runnin to the cops
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Go head snitch on me
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Im raps MVP
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And I ain't goin nowhere so they can come and get me
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Hate It Or Love It - Street Remix (G-Unot)
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| The Game |
