The Game Follow

[Intro]

[50 Cent Talking]

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)

[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 snitche 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 M.V.P

And I ain't goin nowhere so they can come and get me

[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 cops

Go head snitch on me

Im raps M.V.P

And I ain't goin nowhere so they can come and get me

[The Game]

From the beggining 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 that faggot now listen to Game

Told Dre from the gate i carry the heat for ya

first mixtape song i inherited Beef for ya

Gritted my teeth for ya

G-G-G G for ya (G-Unott)

Put compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers

At my last show i through away my doe the N.W.A gold

Had the whole crowd yellin' "Fuck YAYO!!"

So niggaz betta get up out of mine

For i creep and turn violator in to Columbine

And i'm raps M.V.P

Don't make me remind y'all Yayo was in P.C.

That niggaa ain't gotti he pretend

Mad at me cuz Olivia got a new boyfriend

It seems ya little rat turned out to be a mouse

Cuz beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south

And even 50 cent could vouch

When the doubts was out i gave G-Unot mouth to mouth

[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 MVP

And I ain't goin nowhere so they can come and get me