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Hate It Or Love It (Remix) - текст песни



Hate It Or Love It (Remix)


[50 Cent]

Yeah, let's take 'em back

Uh-huh..



Comin up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl

Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world

Daddy ain't around, probably out commitin' 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'd get a sheepskin coat

I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope

Tossed and turned in my sleep that night

Woke up the next mornin, niggaz had stole my bike

Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood

I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could



[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (The Game)

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top

And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop

(Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP)

(And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me)



[The Game]

I told Dre from the gate "I'd carry the heat for ya"

First mix tape song (Texts of songs ) I inherited beef for ya

Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G(Unit!) for ya

Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers

At my last show I threw away my gold

And then I had the whole crowd yellin' "Free Yayo!"

So niggaz better get up outta mine

For I creep and turn your projects into Columbine

And I'm rap's MVP

Don't make me remind y'all what happened in D.C.

This nigga aint got it, he pretend

Mad at us cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend

And it seems your lil' rat turned out to be a mouse

Beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south

Even Young Buck can vouch

When the doubts was out, who gave the west coast mouth-to-mouth?!



[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (Lloyd Banks)

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top

And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop

(Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP)

(And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me)



[50 Cent]

From the beginnin to the end

Losers lose, winners win

This is real we ain't got to pretend

A cold world that we in, is full of pressure and pain

I thought it would change, It's stayin' the same



[Lloyd Banks]

How many of them boys was wit ya'

When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture

I'm walking with a snub

Cause niggaz do a lot of slick talkin' in the club til' they coughin on

the rug

Ain't never had much but a Walkman and a bud

My role model is gone snortin' up his drug

Bad enough they want me to choke my boy

Just got poked in the throat

Now its a R&B shirt in my coat

Now I'm speedin', reminiscin'

Holdin my weed here, never listen

If I see him I'ma lift em

Maybe that will even the score

If not, it'll be me on the floor



[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (Tony Yayo)

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top

And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop

(Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP)

(And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me)





[Tony Yayo]

I started out at 15, scared as hell

I took 30 off a pack and made them sales

As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot

With that lil deuce-deuce and my triple fat goose

Sippin Easy Jesus, rockin a leases

My momma whipped me when she found my pieces

I look back on life, thank God I'm blessed

We the best on the planet so forget the rest



[Young Buck]

You know I'm still nice with my cook game

Look mane, it's a hood thang

That's why I'm loved in Brooklyn

I handle mine just like a real nigga should

And If I do some time homey, I'm still all good

Let me show you what a thug bout, born to die

I took the bullets outta 50 and put em in my .45

And I ain't even got my feet wet yeah

A seven figga nigga who ain't seen tha heart to change



[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (Young Buck)

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top

And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop

(Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP)

(And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me)



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