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?
[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