hate it or love it street remix

The Game

That will be the end of 50 cent on shady aftermath
I m moving forward in my career
if Dre had got creativly tied up onto The Game project
if he s confused (echoes)

[Verse 1]
[The Game]

Comin up he was confused his momma kissin a girl
If THE shit happened in my household I might hurl
Daddy ain t around PROBLY out doin crack
AND Scarface told me ya snitchin just like a rat
Wanna live good so he snitched on thugs
SomeBODY must have told him steroids wasn t A drug
Walkin round town everyday in that snitch coat
Put niggaz behind bars but homie that ain t dope
Now he toss and turn in his sleep at night
Wake up in the morning watch cops on miami vice
Different day same snitch ain t nothin good in the hood
He d run away from New York and never Come back if he could

[Chorus x2]
Hate it or love it the underdoggs on top
And he gon tell and go runnin to the cops
Go head snitch on me
Im raps M.V.P
And I ain t goin nowhere so they can come and get me

[Verse 2]
[The Game]

G-G-G-G-UNOT!
On the grill of my low rider
Guns on both sides right ABOVE DA gold wires
I ll .45 em
Kill banks on my song AND really do it
thats the true meaning of a ghost writer
10 G s d take Yayo out his air forces
Believe you me homie i know all about losses
Im from Compton wear the wrong colors be cautious
One phone call will have his body broke in parts and,
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin since my little nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys
Thats 10 years i told buck in 05 I catch 50 let me tie up my Air Max 95 s
I told u niggaz when i met u im a ride and if i gotta die rather homocide
I ain t have 50 cent when my grandmama died
Now i m goin back to cali same jacob on see how time fly

[Chorus x2]

Hate it or love it the underdoggs on top
And he gon tell and go runnin to the cops
Go head snitch on me
Im raps M.V.P
And I ain t goin nowhere so they can come and get me

[Verse 3]
[The Game]

From the beggining to the end
Losers lose, winners win this is real we ain t GOTTA pretend
The cold world that we in is full of pressure and pain
Enough of that faggot now listen to Game
Told Dre from the gate i 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 was in need of soldiers
At my last show i through away my N.W.A. GOLD
Had the whole crowd yellin Fuck YAYO!!
So niggaz betta get up out of mine
For i creep and turn violator in to Columbine
And i m raps M.V.P
Don t make me remind y all Yayo was in P.C.
That niggaa ain t gotti he pretend
Mad at me cuz Olivia got a new boyfriend
It seems ya little rat turned out to be a mouse
THIS beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
And even 50 cent could vouch
When the doubts was out i gave G-Unit mouth to mouth

[Chorus x2]
Hate it or love it the underdoggs on top
And he gon tell and go runnin to the cops
Go head snitch on me
Im raps MVP
And I ain t goin nowhere so they can come and get me