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The Documentary (Edited Version)

1. Hate It Or Love It

   Lyrics: Hate It Or Love It

   Yeah, let's take 'em back
   Uh-huh
   
   Coming up, I was confused, my mommy kissing a girl
   Confusion occurs coming up in the cold world
   Daddy ain't around, probably out committing felonies
   My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check, check out my melody"
   I wanna live good so, shit, I sell dope
   For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
   Nana told me if I passed, I'd get a sheepskin coat
   If I can move a few packs, I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope
   
   Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
   Woke up the next morning, niggas had stole my bike
   Different day, same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood
   I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
   
   Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
   And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop
   (Go 'head, envy me, I'm rap's MVP)
   And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me
   
   Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
   And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop
   (Go 'head, envy me, I'm rap's MVP)
   And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me
   
   (G-G-G-G-G-Unit!) On the grill of my lowrider
   Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires
   I'll fo'-five 'em, kill a nigga on my song
   And really do it, that's the true meaning of a ghostwriter
   Ten G's will take your daughter out her Air Forces
   Believe you me, homie, I know all about losses
   I'm from Compton, wear the wrong colors, be cautious
   One phone call'll have your body dumped in Marcy
   
   I stay strapped like car seats
   Been bangin' since my lil' nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys
   That's ten years, I told Pooh in '95
   "I'll kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95's"
   Told Banks when I met him, "I'ma ride
   And if I gotta die, I'd rather homicide"
   I ain't have 50 cent when my grandmama died
   Now I'm going back to Cali
   With my Jacob on, see how time fly?
   
   Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
   And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop
   (Go 'head, envy me, I'm rap's MVP)
   And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me
   
   Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
   And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop
   (Go 'head, envy me, I'm rap's MVP)
   And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me
   
   From the beginning 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 me, nigga, now listen to Game
   
   Used to see Five-O, throw the crack by the bench
   Now I'm fuckin' with 5-0, it's all starting to make sense
   My mom's happy, she ain't gotta pay the rent
   And she got a red bow on that brand-new Benz
   Waiting on Sha Money to land, sitting in the Range
   Thinking how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes
   When there's kids starvin'
   Pac is gone and Brenda still throwing babies in the garbage
   
   I wanna know what's going on like I hear Marvin
   No schoolbooks, they used that wood to build coffins
   Whenever I'm in the booth and I get exhausted
   I think, "What if Marie Baker got that abortion?" I love you, ma
   
   Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
   And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop
   (Go 'head, envy me, I'm rap's MVP)
   And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me
   
   Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
   And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop
   (Go 'head, envy me, I'm rap's MVP)
   And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me