Lyrics:

yeah, let's take 'em back

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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

nana 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 50 Cent - Game]2x

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

And I'm gon' shine homie 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)



[Game]

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

First mixtape song, I'd inherited beef for ya

Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G 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 Free Yayo

So niggas better get up outta mine

Fo' I creep and turn your projects into Columbine

And I'm Raps MVP

Don't make me remind y'all what happened in DC

This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend

Mad at us cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend

And it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse

This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south

Even Young Buck could vouch, when the dotch was out

Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth?



[Chorus 50 Cent - Lloyd Banks]2x

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)



[50 Cent]

From the beginnin to the end, losers lose

Winners win this is real we ain't got to pretend

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

I thought it would change, its staying the same



[Lloyd Banks]

How many of them boys is with you?

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

I'm walking with the snub

Cause niggas do alot of slip talking in the club

Til they coughin on the rug

I ain't ever had much but a walkman and a bud

My role model is gone, snortin up his drug

I've had enough, they want me to choke

My boy just got poked in the throat

Now its an R.I.P. shirt and my coat

Now I'm seeing, reminiscin

All of my weed here, never listen

If I see him, then I'mma lift him

And maybe I oughta even the score

But if not, It'll be me on the floor



[Chorus 50 Cent - Tony Yayo]2x

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)



[Tony Yayo]

I started out at 15 scared as hell

I took 30 off a pack and I made them sales

As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot

With that Lou Deuce Deuce and my Triple Phat Goose

Sippin Easy Jesus, Rocking the Leases

Mama whip me when she find my pieces

I look back on life and think 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 mayne, It's a hood thang

Thats why I'm loved in Brooklayne

I handle mine just like a real nigga should

If I do some time, Homie I'm still all good

Let me show you what a thug bout born to die

I take the bullets out of 50, put em in my 4-5

And I ain't even got my feet wet yet

A seven-figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check



[Chorus 50 Cent - Young Buck)2x

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)