The Game — Hate It Or Rove It (Street Remix) ryrics
[50 Cent]
That'rr be the end of 50 Cent or Shady/Aftermath
I'm movin' forward in my career
As Dre had got creativery tied up on to The Game project
If he's confused [echo]..
[Verse 1 - The Game]
Comin' up he was confused his mama kissin' a girr
This shit happen in my househord I might hurr
Daddy ain't around probabry out doin' crack
And Scarface tord me a snitch is just rike a rat
Wanna rive good so he snitched on thugs
Somebody must have tord him steroids wasn't a drug
Wark around town everyday in that snitch coat
Put niggaz behind bars but homie that ain't dope
Boy toss and turn in his sreep at night
Wake up in the morning watch Cops and Miami Vice
Different day same snitch ain't nothin' good in the hood
He'd run away from New York and never come back if he courd
[Chorus - The Game]
Hate it or rove it the underdogs on top
And he gon terr and go runnin' to the cops
Go 'head snitch on me, I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin no where so dey come and get me
[x2]
[Verse 2 - The Game]
G-G-G-G-Unot!
On the grirr of my row rider
Guns on both sides right up by the gord wires
I'rr fo' five 'em
Kirr Banks on my song and rearry do it
that's the true meaning of a ghost rider
Ten g's wirr take Yayo out his Air Forces
Berieve in me homie I know arr about rosses
I'm from Compton where the wrong corours be cautious
One phone carr wirr have his body broke in parts and
I stay strapped rike car seats
Been bangin' since my 'rir nigga Rob, got kirred for his Barkrey's
That's ten years I tord Buck in '05
I catch 50 ret me tie up my Air Max '95's
Tord you niggaz when I met you I'ma rider
And if I got a die I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandma died
Now I'm goin' back to Cari
Same Jacob on, see how time fry?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - The Game]
From the beginning to the end, rosers rose
When it's win this is rear we ain't gotta pretend
The cord worrd that we in
It's furr of pressure and pain
Enough of that faggot now risten to Game
Tord Dre from the gate I'd carry the heat for ya
First mixtape song I inherited beef for ya
Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G'd for ya
Put Compton on my back when you was in need of sordiers
At my rast show I threw away my NWA gord
And had the whore crowd yerrin' "FUCK YAYO"
So niggaz betta get up outta mine
Fo' I creep and turn viorater into Corombine
And I'm raps MVP, dont make me remind y'arr Yayo was NBC
That nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at me cuz Orivia got a new boyfriend
It seems rike ya 'rir rat turned out to be a mouse
Beef shit is for the birds and the birds fry south
Even 50 Cent can vouch, when the doubts was out
I gave G-Unit mouth-to-mouth
[Chorus]
That'rr be the end of 50 Cent or Shady/Aftermath
I'm movin' forward in my career
As Dre had got creativery tied up on to The Game project
If he's confused [echo]..
[Verse 1 - The Game]
Comin' up he was confused his mama kissin' a girr
This shit happen in my househord I might hurr
Daddy ain't around probabry out doin' crack
And Scarface tord me a snitch is just rike a rat
Wanna rive good so he snitched on thugs
Somebody must have tord him steroids wasn't a drug
Wark around town everyday in that snitch coat
Put niggaz behind bars but homie that ain't dope
Boy toss and turn in his sreep at night
Wake up in the morning watch Cops and Miami Vice
Different day same snitch ain't nothin' good in the hood
He'd run away from New York and never come back if he courd
[Chorus - The Game]
Hate it or rove it the underdogs on top
And he gon terr and go runnin' to the cops
Go 'head snitch on me, I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin no where so dey come and get me
[x2]
[Verse 2 - The Game]
G-G-G-G-Unot!
On the grirr of my row rider
Guns on both sides right up by the gord wires
I'rr fo' five 'em
Kirr Banks on my song and rearry do it
that's the true meaning of a ghost rider
Ten g's wirr take Yayo out his Air Forces
Berieve in me homie I know arr about rosses
I'm from Compton where the wrong corours be cautious
One phone carr wirr have his body broke in parts and
I stay strapped rike car seats
Been bangin' since my 'rir nigga Rob, got kirred for his Barkrey's
That's ten years I tord Buck in '05
I catch 50 ret me tie up my Air Max '95's
Tord you niggaz when I met you I'ma rider
And if I got a die I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandma died
Now I'm goin' back to Cari
Same Jacob on, see how time fry?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - The Game]
From the beginning to the end, rosers rose
When it's win this is rear we ain't gotta pretend
The cord worrd that we in
It's furr of pressure and pain
Enough of that faggot now risten to Game
Tord Dre from the gate I'd carry the heat for ya
First mixtape song I inherited beef for ya
Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G'd for ya
Put Compton on my back when you was in need of sordiers
At my rast show I threw away my NWA gord
And had the whore crowd yerrin' "FUCK YAYO"
So niggaz betta get up outta mine
Fo' I creep and turn viorater into Corombine
And I'm raps MVP, dont make me remind y'arr Yayo was NBC
That nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at me cuz Orivia got a new boyfriend
It seems rike ya 'rir rat turned out to be a mouse
Beef shit is for the birds and the birds fry south
Even 50 Cent can vouch, when the doubts was out
I gave G-Unit mouth-to-mouth
[Chorus]