[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
Four-four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Lana told me if I passed I`d get a sheepskin coat
If 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 nuttin 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 M.V.P.)
(And I ain`t goin nowhere, so you can get to know me)
[The Game]
G-G-G-G-G-Unit, on the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires
I`ll fo`-five `em, kill a nigga on my song
and really do it, that`s the true meanin of a ghostwriter
Ten G`sll take your daughter out her Air Forces
Believe you me homey, I know all about losses
I`m from Compton, where the wrong colors be cautious
One phone call`ll have your body dumped in marshes
I stay strapped like car seats, been bangin
since my lil` nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys
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`ma ride
and if I gotta die, I`d rather a homicide
I ain`t have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I`m goin back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
From the beginnin to the end, losers lose
When it`s win this is real we ain`t got to pretend
The cold world that we in, is 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 fuckin with 5-0 it`s all startin to make sense
My moms happy, she ain`t gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waitin on shop money to lamp, sittin in the Range
Thinkin how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes
when there`s kids starvin
`Pac is gone and Brenda still throwin babies in the garbage
I wanna know What`s Goin` On like I hear Marvin
No schoolbooks, they used that wood to build coffins
Whenever I`m in the booth and I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Bank had got that abortion?
I love you ma
[Chorus]
