[Intro]
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Yeah, let's take 'em back
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Uh huh
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[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
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Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl
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Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold world
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Daddy ain't around, problly out committin' felonies
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My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
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I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
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For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
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Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coat
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If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'll be dope
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Tossed and turn in my sleep that night
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Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike
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Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
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I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
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[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Game)]
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Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
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And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
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Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
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And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
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[Verse 2- The Game]
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I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya
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First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya
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Gritted my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo 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 threw away my NWA gold
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And had the whole crowd yellin' free Yayo
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So niggas better get up outta mine
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Before I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine
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And I'm rap's MVP
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Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C.
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This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
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Mad at us, cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
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And it seems your 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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Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
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Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth
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[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)]
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Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
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And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
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Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
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And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
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[Bridge- 50 Cent]
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From the beginnin' to the end
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Losers lose, winners win
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This is real, we ain't got to pretend
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The cold world that we in
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Is full of pressure and pain
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I thought it would chane
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But its stayin' the same
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[Verse 3- Lloyd Banks]
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How many of them boys is with ya
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When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
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I'm walkin' with the snub, cause niggas do a lotta slick talkin' in the club
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Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud
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My role model is gone, snortin' up his drug, bad enough they want me to choke
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My boy just got poked in the throat, now its a R.I.P. shirt in my coat
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Now I'm speedin' reminiscin', holdin' my weed in never listen
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If I see him then i'ma lift'em and maybe that'll even the score
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And if not, then it'll be me on the floor
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[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Tony Yayo)]
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Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
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And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
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Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
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And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
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[Verse 4- Tony Yayo]
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I started out at fifteen, scared as hell
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I took thirty off a pack and I made them sell
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As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
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With that little duece duece and my triple fat goose
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Sippin' easy Jesus rockin' the laces
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Mama with me when she found my pieces
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I look back on life and think God I bless
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We the best on the planet so forget the rest
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[Verse 5- Young Buck]
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You know I'm still nice with my cook game
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Look mayn, its a hood thang thats why I'm loved in Brooklayn
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I handle mine just like a real nigga should
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If I do some time, homie I'm still all good
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Let me show what a thug bout born to die
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I took the bullets outta 50 and put 'em in my four five
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And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
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A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check bitch
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[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Young Buck)]
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Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
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And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
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Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
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And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
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Hate Or Love It (remix)
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G-Unit |