+ (Tony Yayo) Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop (Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP) (And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me) How many of them boys is witcha' When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture I'm walking with a snub Cause niggaz do a lot of slick talkin' in the club til' they coughin on the rug Ain't never had much but a Walkman and a bud My role model is gone snortin' up his drug Bad enough they want me to choke my boy Just got poked in the throat Now it's an Auggie shirt and my coat Now I'm speedin', reminiscin' Holdin my weed here, never listen If I see him I'ma lift em Maybe that will even the score If not, it'll be me on the floor From the beginnin to the end, losers lose When it's win this is real we ain't got to pretend The cold world that we in, is full of pressure and pain I thought it would change, It's stayin' the same + (Lloyd Banks) Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop (Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP) (And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me) This nig named Gotti, he pretend Mad at us cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend And it seems your lil' rat turned out to be a mouse This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south Even Young Buck can vouch When the doubts was out, who gave the west mouth-to-mouth?! gold I had the whole crowd yellin' "Free Yayo!" So niggaz better get out outta mine For I creep and turn your projects into Columbine And I'm rap's MVP Don't make me remind y'all what happened in D.C. I told Dre from the gate "I'd carry the heat for ya" First mix tape song I inherited beef for ya Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G for ya Put Compton on my back when you in need of soldiers At my last show I threw away my N.W.A. + (The Game) Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop (Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP) (And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me) Yeah, let's take 'em back Uh-huh.Ĭomin up I was confused, my mommy 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, "Check check out +My Melody+" I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes Lana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope Tossed and turned in my sleep that night Woke up the next mornin, niggaz had 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
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