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That will be the end of 50 cent on shady aftermath I’m moving forward in my career if Dre had got creativly tied up onto The Game project if he’s confused (echoes) [Verse 1] [The Game] Comin’ up he was confused his momma kissin a girl If that shit happened in my household i’m like ’url Daddy ain’t around probably out doin’ crack Scarface told me a snitch is just like a rat Wanna live good so he snitched on thugs Someone must have told him steroids wasn’t a drug Walkin’ round town everyday in that snitch coat Put niggaz behind bars but homie 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’d 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 And I ain’t goin nowhere so they can come and get me [Verse 2] [The Game] G-G-G-G-UNOT! On the grill of my low rider Guns on both sides right up on the gold wires I’ll .45 ’em Kill banks on my song or really do it thats the true meaning of a ghost writer 10 G’s ’d take Yayo out his air forces Believe you me homie i know all about losses Im from Compton wear the wrong colors be cautious One phone call will have his body broke in parts and, 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 me tie up my Air Max ’95’s I told u niggaz when i met u im’a ride and if i gotta die rather homocide I ain’t have 50 cent when my grandmama died Now i’m 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 c
