The Game - Hate It Or Love It (Street Remix) lyrics
[The Game - Hate It Or Love It Street Remix lyrics]
That'll be the end of
50 Cent or Shady/Aftermath
I'm movin' forward in my career
As Dre had got creatively tied up
On to The Game project
Comin' up he was confused his
Mama kissin' a girl
This shit happen in my household I might hurl
Daddy ain't around probably out doin' crack
And Scarface told me a snitch
Is just like a rat
Wanna live good so he snitched on thugs
Somebody must have told him
Steroids wasn't a drug
Walk around town everyday in that snitch coat
Put niggaz behind bars but
Homie that ain't dope
Boy toss and turn in his sleep at night
Wake up in the morning watch
Cops and 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
Hate it or love it the underdogs on top
And he gon tell and go runnin' to the cops
Go 'head snitch on me, I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin no where so
Dey come and get me
G-G-G-G-Unot!
On the grill of my low rider
Guns on both sides right up by the gold wires
I'll fo' five 'em
Kill Banks on my song and really do it
That's the true meaning of a ghost rider
Ten g's will take Yayo out his Air Forces
Believe in me homie I know all about losses
I'm from Compton where the
Wrong colours be cautious
One phone call will have his
Body broke in parts and
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin' since my 'lil nigga Rob
Got killed for his Barkley's
That's ten years I told Buck in '05
I catch 50 let me tie up my Air Max '95's
Told you niggaz when I met you I'ma rider
And if I got a die I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandma died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali
Same Jacob on, see how time fly?
From the beginning to the end, losers lose
When it's win this is real
We ain't gotta pretend
The cold world that we in
It's full of pressure and pain
Enough of that faggot now listen to Game
Told Dre from the gate I'd
Carry the heat for ya
First mixtape song I inherited beef for ya
Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G'd for ya
Put Compton on my back when you
Was in need of soldiers
At my last show I threw away my NWA gold
And had the whole crowd
Yellin' "FUCK YAYO"
So niggaz betta get up outta mine
Fo' I creep and turn violater into Colombine
And I'm raps MVP
Don't make me remind y'all Yayo was NBC
That nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at me cuz Olivia got a new boyfriend
It seems like ya 'lil rat turned
Out to be a mouse
Beef shit is for the birds
And the birds fly south
Even 50 Cent can vouch
When the doubts was out
I gave G-Unit mouth-to-mouth
50 Cent or Shady/Aftermath
I'm movin' forward in my career
As Dre had got creatively tied up
On to The Game project
Comin' up he was confused his
Mama kissin' a girl
This shit happen in my household I might hurl
Daddy ain't around probably out doin' crack
And Scarface told me a snitch
Is just like a rat
Wanna live good so he snitched on thugs
Somebody must have told him
Steroids wasn't a drug
Walk around town everyday in that snitch coat
Put niggaz behind bars but
Homie that ain't dope
Boy toss and turn in his sleep at night
Wake up in the morning watch
Cops and 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
Hate it or love it the underdogs on top
And he gon tell and go runnin' to the cops
Go 'head snitch on me, I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin no where so
Dey come and get me
G-G-G-G-Unot!
On the grill of my low rider
Guns on both sides right up by the gold wires
I'll fo' five 'em
Kill Banks on my song and really do it
That's the true meaning of a ghost rider
Ten g's will take Yayo out his Air Forces
Believe in me homie I know all about losses
I'm from Compton where the
Wrong colours be cautious
One phone call will have his
Body broke in parts and
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin' since my 'lil nigga Rob
Got killed for his Barkley's
That's ten years I told Buck in '05
I catch 50 let me tie up my Air Max '95's
Told you niggaz when I met you I'ma rider
And if I got a die I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandma died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali
Same Jacob on, see how time fly?
From the beginning to the end, losers lose
When it's win this is real
We ain't gotta pretend
The cold world that we in
It's full of pressure and pain
Enough of that faggot now listen to Game
Told Dre from the gate I'd
Carry the heat for ya
First mixtape song I inherited beef for ya
Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G'd for ya
Put Compton on my back when you
Was in need of soldiers
At my last show I threw away my NWA gold
And had the whole crowd
Yellin' "FUCK YAYO"
So niggaz betta get up outta mine
Fo' I creep and turn violater into Colombine
And I'm raps MVP
Don't make me remind y'all Yayo was NBC
That nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at me cuz Olivia got a new boyfriend
It seems like ya 'lil rat turned
Out to be a mouse
Beef shit is for the birds
And the birds fly south
Even 50 Cent can vouch
When the doubts was out
I gave G-Unit mouth-to-mouth