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The Game
G-unot mixtape
hate it or love it (g-unot remix)
(to the beat of hate it or love it)

Coming up he was confused his momma kissing a girl,
if this shit happened in my house,
yo i might hurl,
daddy ain't around probably out doing crack,
and scarface told me to snitch just like a rat,
wanna live good so he snitched on thugs,
some one must have told him steroids wasn't a drug,
run around town every day to snitch gold,
put niggas behind bars but homie that ain't dope,
then he tossed and turned in his sleep that night,
wake up in the morning, watched "cops",and "miami Fights,"
Different day and same snitch and nothin good in the hood,
he'd run away from new york and never come back if he could

(chorus)
Hate it or love it the underdogs on top,
and he gon tell and go runnin to the cops,
go head snitch on me,
I'm raps mvp and I ain't goin nowhere so they could come and get me,
(2x)

GGGGGG-unot

On the grill on my lowrider,
guns on both sides right above the gold wires,
i'll 4,5 em,
kill banks on my song and really do it thats the true meaning of a ghost rider,
10 g's will take Yayo out his air forces,
belive me homie i know all about taking losses,
I grew up in compton where the wrong colors can be cautious,
One phone call i'll leave your body broke in parts,and
I stay strapped like cars seats,
been banging scince my little nigga rob got killed for his barkley's,
thats 10 years I toldbuck in 05',
i'll catch 50 let me tie up my air max 95's,
told you niggas when I met you ima still ride,
and if i gotta die,rather homocide,
I didn't have 50 cent when my grandmama died,
now i'm heading back to cali,
same jacob on,see how time fly

(chorus 2x)
from the beggining to the end,
winners win losers lose,
this is real we ain't got to pretend,
the cold world that we in,
it's full of pressure and pain,
enough of that faggot,
now listen to Game,

told Dre from the gate ill carry the heat for ya,
first mixtape son 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 yelling FUCK YAYO,
so niggas better step up out of line,
before i creep and turn violater into columbine,
And i'm raps MVP,
don't make me remind you all, that yayo was in P.C.,
That nigga ain't Gotti he pretend,
mad at me cuz olivia has a new boyfriend,
it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse,
Beef shit for the birds and the birds fly south,
even 50 cent could vouch,
when the douch was out,
i gave g-unit mouth to mouth!

(chorus 2x)

GGGGGG-unot!!!

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