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[Intro] 50 Cent Talking That will be the end of 50 cent on shady aftermath I'll move forward in my career if Dre had got creativly tied up onto The Game project if he's confused( confused echoed) [Verse 1] The Game Comin up he was confused his mama kissin a girl If that shit happened in my household i might hurl Daddy ain't around probably out doin crack Scarface told me he snitches just like a rat Wanna live good so he snitched on thugs Someone must have told him steroids wasn't the drug Walkin round town everyday in that snitch coat Put niggaz behind bars but homey that ain't dope Now he toss and turn in his sleep at night Wake up in the morning watch cops on miami vice Different day same snitch ain't nothin good in the hood He'll run away from New York and never Come back if he could [Chorus x2] Hate it or love it the underdoggs on top And he gon tell and go runnin to the cops Go head snitch on me Im raps MVP And I ain't goin now where so they can come and get me [Verse 2] GGGGGG- unot On the grill of my low rider Guns on both sides right up on the gold wire I'll 4-5 them Kill banks on my song to really do it thats the true meaning of a ghost writer 10 g's will take Yayo out his air forces Believe you me homey i know all about losses Im from Compton wear the wrong colors be cautious One phone call will have his body broke in parts I stay strapped like car seats Been bangin since my little nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys Thats 10 years i told buck in 05 I catch 50 let my tie up my Air Max 95' I told u niggaz when i met u ima ride and if i gotta die rather homocide I aint have 50 cent when my grandmama died Now im goin back to Cali same jacob on see how time fly [Chorus x2] Hate it or love it the underdoggs on top And he gon tell and go runnin to the cops Go head snitch on me Im raps MVP And I ain't goin now where so they can come and get me [Verse 3] From the beggining to the end Losers lose, winners win this is real we aint got to pretend The cold world that we in is full of pressure and pain Enough of that faggot now listen to Game Told Dre from the gate i carry the heat for ya first mixtape song i inherite Beef for ya Grinted my teeth for ya Ggggg for ya Put compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers At my last show i through away my NWA gold Had the whole crowd yellin FUCK YAYO!! So niggaz betta get up out of mine For i creep and turn violator in to Columbine And i'm raps mvp Don't make me remind y'all Yayo was in P.C. That nigga ain't Gotti he pretend Mad at me cuz Olivia got a new boyfriend It seems ya little rat turned out to be a mouse Cuz beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south Even 50 cent could vouch When the doubts was out i gave G-unit mouth to mouth [Chorus x2] Hate it or love it the underdoggs on top And he gon tell and go runnin to the cops Go head snitch on me Im raps MVP And I ain't goin now where so they can come and get me |