Yeah, let s take em back
Uh huh

Comin up I was confused, my mama kissin a girl
Confusin occurs, comin up in the cold world
Daddy ain t around, prolly out committin felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
For a fo ring ring, one of them gold ropes
Nanna told me if I pass I ll get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that ll be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep at night
Woke up the next mornin niggas done 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

Hate it or love, the underdog s ontop
And I m gon shine homie until my heart stops

Go ahead, envy me, I m rap s MVP
And I ain t goin no where so you can get to know me

I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo ya
First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo ya
Gritted my teeth fo ya, G-G-G d fo 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 free Yayo
So niggas better get up outta mine
Before I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine
And I m rap s MVP
Don t make me remind ya ll what happened in D.C.
This nigga ain t Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us, cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
And it seems your little 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 Coast mouth to mouth

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)]
Hate it or love, the underdog s ontop
And I m gon shine homie until my heart stops

Go ahead, envy me, I m rap s MVP
And I ain t goin no where so you can get to know me

From the beginnin to 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
I thought it would chane
But its stayin the same

How many of them boys is with ya
When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
I m walkin with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin
in
the club
Till they coughin on the rug, ain t never had much but a
walkman and a bub
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 its a ?? in my coat
Now I m ?? reminiscin , holdin my weed in never listen
If I see him an ?? and maybe that ll even the score
And if not, then that ll be me on the floor

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Tony Yayo)]
Hate it or love, the underdog s ontop
And I m gon shine homie until my heart stops

Go ahead, envy me, I m rap s MVP
And I ain t goin no where so you can get to know me

I started out at fifteen, scared as hell
I took thirty off a pack and I made them sell
As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
With that little duece duece and my triple fat goose
Sippin easy Jesus rockin the laces
Mama with me and when she found my pieces
I look back on life and think God I bless
We the best on the planet so forget the rest

You know I m still nice with my cooked game
Look mayn, its a hood thang thats why I m loved in Brooklayn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time, homie I m still all good
Let me show what a thug that born to die
I took the bullets outta 50 and put em in my four five
And I ain t even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain t seen awards to check bitch

Hate it or love, the underdog s ontop
And I m gon shine homie until my heart stops

Go ahead, envy me, I m rap s MVP
And I ain t goin no where so you can get to know me