Comin' up I was confused, my momma 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 ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I pass, I'll get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'd be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning - niggas done stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
[Chorus (50 then Game) X2]
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart's stop
Go ahead envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so they can get to know me
G-G-G-G-G-Unit!
[Game]
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 - I'll really do it
That's the true meaning of a ghost rider
10 g's will take your daughter out of Air Forces
Believe in me homie, I know all 'bout losses
I'm from Compton - wear the wrong colors, be cautious
One phone call will have ya body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin' since my lil' nigga Rob got killed for his Barkley's
That's 10 years, I told Pooh in 95': "I'll kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95's"
Told Banks when I met him I'ma gonna ride
And if I gotta die, rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my Grandmomma died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
[Chorus - 50 Cent/The Game X2]
[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
Enough of me nigga, now listen to Game
[Game]
Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench ('ey 5-0!)
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 Sha Money to land sittin' in the Range
Thinkin' how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starvin'
'Pac is gone and Brenda's still throwin' babies in the garbage
I wanna know what's goin' on like I hear Marvin
No school books, they use that wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in the booth and I get exhausted
I think: "What if Marie Baker got that abortion?"
I love ya Ma'