but you already know me [Outro: Mary J. Blige] + (The Game) Right now, I just wanna thank Dr. Dre (Hate it or love it, Aftermath's on top!) And The Game
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 - The Game] Hate it or love it
it every day, And it made me change my ways I'm a real woman, now because of all of these days [Chorus: 50 Cent] + Mary J. (Hate it or love it the underdogs
nothin' good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (The Game) Hate it or love it, the underdog
She givin' one blood, one love, on dubs 140 thousand the first week uhhhhh [Hook: The Game] Remix, remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix
the hundreds, it's doable, I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to Bun it don't differ Wipe
Game] Remix, remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix, remix [Verse 23: Ja Rule] n*gga one trick, one blood, L.A., New York The Game
it let's talk about it Yeah you ain't never been a nigga more fish Yup first they wanna love ya then they wanna dish You haven't seen it all and I ain
you can lean off "Made You Look," the remix with me up on it I copped your shit, now I break weed up on it And everything is real I see Like my niggaz
that you can lean off "Made You Look," the remix with me up on it I copped your shit, now I break weed up on it And everything is real I see Like my niggaz
the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate It's too late, 'cause you hate, you hate It's too late, 'cause you hate Punk pussy ass bitch, game over
A Flirt) Please Believe It, Unless Your Game Is Tight And U Trust Her Then Don't Bring Her Around Me Cuz (I'm A Flirt) [Verse 1: Kells] Now Swear To Tell The Truth And The Whole Truth When It
Please Believe It, Unless Your Game Is Tight And U Trust Her Then Don't Bring Her Around Me Cause (I'm A Flirt) [Verse 1: R. Kelly] Now Swear To Tell The Truth And The Whole Truth When It
for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate It's too late, you hate, you hate It's too late, 'cause you hate Punk pussy ass bitch, game over
air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha