come back if i could (50 Cent & Game) hate it or love it, the underdogs on top and im gon' shine homie until my heart stop go head envy me, im raps mvp
until my heart stop [The Game] Go'head'n envy me I'm rap's MVP And I ain't going no where So you can get to know me [50 Cent] Hate it or love it the
whip yo the windows clogged up Shorty givin me head mouth clogged up Flusher Meadow we call it "Lovers Lane" Every nigga probably here probably doin the same From the front seat back
place!) Red five revival there's wires in the bible Obviously, ultra take advance when I point counterpoint Comparison of ET verse little old freak me
with a third of us Still against me and wantin' to see me in the box Grillin' me all crazy when you see me and the L.O.X. Leave you Red like Foxx, ain
cuz, you aint hit the car wash yet i see paper, different kind of cars off set 3 weeks later, you ain't get ya car washed yet (damn..) ask ya broad i'
the red avery I'm tryin' to see dynasty And ain't nothin' stoppin me From private property With the glass roof on top of me Cut, cut! Chorus x2 [big
the run Because they got me, Public Enemy number one One, one, one One, one, one Don't you know, don't you know? I got a posse of a force to back me
, like a burnin flame. Won't stop til I win this, you can call me lucky. Dem bitches tried to buck me. Livin life on a wire, till the power struck me. {
and lookin' for a rapper to fear, it's me Chamillion the Mixtape Messiah, get duct-taped and tie ya to the table, open ya mouth and make ya eat barbed wire
me an old machine For fifty odd years, to keep it as new has been his dearest dream I strip away the old debris that hides a shining car A brilliant red
, I'm dope Roll me up and smoke, on contactniggas react, and play me back For doe, I'll murder ever nigga not on this track I spit back, at any nigga
up the motherfuckin' steps and I got ta Tellin that bitch I'm flashin' Send a rookie to the store to bring me back some Rossi Ron He brought me back
' dubs in church Red-handed, caught me stealin' money our her purse Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back 'Cause I used to get beat, with racing car
I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines The white ***** got me rich like Federline *****
never come back if I could Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gonna shine, homie, until my heart stop Go ahead envy me, I'm rap's MVP
We could battle for car keys and car titles House deeds and bank accounts to make it final I got what you need The most homicidal words to co9me out