Lyrics The Game – Hate it or love it

The Game – Hate it or love it words

[50 Cent]
Coming up I was confused, my mama kissing a girl
Confusion occurs coming up in a cold world
Daddy ain’t around, probably out committing felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, “Ch-check out my melody”
I wanna live good so, shit, I sell dope
For four-finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Nana told me, if I pass I’ll get a sheepskin coat
If I could 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 morning, niggas done stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain’t nothing good in the hood
I’d run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

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[50 Cent] Hate it or love it, the underdog’s on top
And I’m gon’ shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game] Go head and envy me, I’m rap’s MVP
And I ain’t going nowhere so you can get to know me

[The Game]
On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires
I’ll four-five ’em
Kill a nigga on my song and really do it – that’s the true meaning of a “ghostwriter”
Ten G’s’ll take your daughter outta Air Forces
Believe you me, homie, I know all about losses
I’m from Compton, wear the wrong colors, be cautious
One phone call’ll have your body dumped in marshes
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 ninety-five:
“I’ll kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95’s”
Told Banks when I met him, “I’mma ride
And if I gotta die, I’d rather homicide”
I ain’t had 50 Cent when ma grand-mama died
Now I’m going back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?

(chorus x2)

From the beginning to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real; we ain’t gotta pretend
The cold world that we in
It’s full of pressure and pain
Enough of me, nigga, now listen to Game

[The Game]
Used to see five-oh, throw the crack by the bench
Now I’m fucking with 5-O, it’s all starting to make sense
My ma’s happy, she ain’t 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’s 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 Baker got that abortion?”
I love you, ma

(chorus x2)


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