That'll be the end of 50 Cent or Shady/Aftermath I'm movin' forward in my career As Dre had got creatively tied up on to The Game project If he's confused ..
Comin' up he was confused his mama kissin' a girl This shit happen in my household I might hurl Daddy ain't around probably out doin' crack And Scarface told me a snitch is just like a rat Wanna live good so he snitched on thugs Somebody must have told him steroids wasn't a drug Walk around town everyday in that snitch coat Put niggaz behind bars but homie that ain't dope Boy toss and turn in his sleep at night Wake up in the morning watch Cops and 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
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 no where so dey come and get me
G-G-G-G-Unot! On the grill of my low rider Guns on both sides right up by the gold wires I'll fo' five 'em Kill Banks on my song and really do it that's the true meaning of a ghost rider Ten g's will take Yayo out his Air Forces Believe in me homie I know all about losses I'm from Compton where the wrong colours be cautious One phone call will have his body broke in parts and I stay strapped like car seats Been bangin' since my 'lil nigga Rob, got killed for his Barkley's That's ten years I told Buck in '05 I catch 50 let me tie up my Air Max '95's Told you niggaz when I met you I'ma rider And if I got a die I'd rather homicide I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandma died Now I'm goin' back to Cali Same Jacob on, see how time fly?
From the beginning to the end, losers lose When it's win this is real we ain't gotta 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 I'd carry the heat for ya First mixtape song I inherited beef for ya Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G'd 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 yellin' "FUCK YAYO" So niggaz betta get up outta mine Fo' I creep and turn violater into Colombine And I'm raps MVP, dont make me remind y'all Yayo was NBC That nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend Mad at me cuz Olivia got a new boyfriend It seems like ya 'lil rat turned out to be a mouse Beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south Even 50 Cent can vouch, when the doubts was out I gave G-Unit mouth-to-mouth
