Letra Hate It Or Love It de The Game original

Yea
Let´s take´em back
Uh huh

Coming up I was confused
My mama kissing a girl
Confusion occurs
Coming up in a cold world
Daddy aint around
Probably out committing felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing
Check, check out my melody
I wanna live good so shit I sell dope
For a four-finger ring
One of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I passed I get a sheep skin coat
If I could move a few packs
I get the hat
Now that´ll be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning
Niggaz done stole my bike
Different day, same shit
Ain´t nothing good in the hood
I run away from this bitch
And never come back if I could

Chorus>
50 Cent>
Hate it or love it the under dog´s on top
And I´m gon shine homie until my heart stop

The Game>
Go´head´n envy me
I´m rap´s MVP
And I ain´t going no where
So you can get to know me

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit

Game>
On the grill of ma low rider
Guns on both sides
Right above the gold wires I four-five´em
Kill a nigga on ma song
And really do it
That´s the true meaning of a ghostwriter
Ten g´z will take your daughter outta air forces
Believe you me homie, I know all about losses
I´m from Compton, where the wrong colors, be cautious
One phone call, have your body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been banging since ma lil´ nigga, rob, got killed for his Barkley´s
That´s ten years
I told Pooh in ´95
I´ll kill you if you try me for my air-max 95´s
Told Banks when I met´em I´m a ride
And if I gotta die, rather homicide
I ain´t had 50 cent when ma grand-mama died
Now I´m going back to Cali with ma jacob on
See how time fly?

Chorus>
50 Cent>
Hate it or love it the under dog´s on top
And I´m gon shine homie until my heart stop

The Game>
Go´head´n envy me
I´m rap´s MVP
And I ain´t going no where
So you can get to know me

50 Cent>
From the beginning to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real we aint gotta pretend
The cold world that we in
It´s full of pressure and pain
Enough of me nigga now listen to Game

Game>
Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now I´m fucking with 5-0, it´s all starting to make sense
My Ma´s happy, she aint gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waiting on Sha Money to land sitting in the range
Thinking how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there´s kids starving
Pac is gone, and Brenda still throwing babies in the garbage
I wanna know what´s going on like I hear Marvin
No school books
They use their wood to build coffins
Whenever I´m in a booth
And I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Bank had got that abortion
I love you Ma

Chorus>
50 Cent>
Hate it or love it the under dog´s on top
And I´m gon shine homie until my heart stop

The Game>
Go´head´n envy me
I´m rap´s MVP
And I ain´t going no where
So you can get to know me