[50 Cent]
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That'll be the end of 50 Cent or Shady/Aftermath
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I'm movin' forward in my career
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As Dre had got creatively tied up on to The Game project
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If he's confused [echo]..
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[Verse 1 - The Game]
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Comin' up he was confused his mama kissin' a girl
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This shit happen in my household I might hurl
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Daddy ain't around probably out doin' crack
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And Scarface told me a snitch is 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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Walk around town everyday in that snitch coat
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Put niggaz behind bars but homie that ain't dope
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Boy toss and turn in his sleep at night
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Wake up in the morning watch Cops and 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 - The Game]
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Hate it or love it the underdogs 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, I'm raps MVP
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And I ain't goin no where so dey come and get me
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[x2]
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[Verse 2 - 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 up by the gold wires
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I'll fo' five 'em
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Kill Banks on my song and really do it
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that's the true meaning of a ghost rider
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Ten g's will take Yayo out his Air Forces
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Believe in me homie I know all about losses
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I'm from Compton where the wrong colours 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 'lil nigga Rob, got killed for his Barkley's
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That's ten years I told Buck in '05
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I catch 50 let me tie up my Air Max '95's
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Told you niggaz when I met you I'ma rider
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And if I got a die I'd rather homicide
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I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandma died
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Now I'm goin' back to Cali
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Same Jacob on, see how time fly?
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - The Game]
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From the beginning to the end, losers lose
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When it's win this is real we ain't gotta pretend
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The cold world that we in
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It's 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'd 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, G-G-G-G'd 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 threw away my NWA gold
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And had the whole crowd yellin' "FUCK YAYO"
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So niggaz betta get up outta mine
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Fo' I creep and turn violater into Colombine
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And I'm raps MVP, dont make me remind y'all Yayo was NBC
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That nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
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Mad at me cuz Olivia got a new boyfriend
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It seems like ya 'lil rat turned out to be a mouse
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Beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
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Even 50 Cent can vouch, when the doubts was out
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I gave G-Unit mouth-to-mouth
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[Chorus]
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Hate It Or Love It (Street Remix)
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The Game |