“Love, Hate, Love (Street King Energy Track #6)”
It’s the same shit, feel like a nigga having flashbacks
I might have crack in my ass crack
Back to that rubber handle, 38 special vandal
Play Godfather bitch, you get dead like Marlon Brando
These bars hit harder than hard times
My flow’ll make a lifer wanna stare at the sunshine
I’ll bring a bitch, you bring a bitch
Let’s switch, I’m a swing hit ya face with a pillow case filled with mop wringers
Penitentiary style, big monster swag
Bitch, I got so many tricks make me go in my bag
Yeah niggas keep saying I’m back
It’s a fact ya shaken like ya ass got parkinsons, relax, confused
Acting like a white boy bored
Now you wanna jump a flight of stairs on a skateboard
Nigga, why the fuck ya pants so tight?
You tryna show niggas your ass, your alternative life
I’m hungry like I ain’t ate, I lost weight
On a highway it’s worth more outta state, I’m raw like Cypress
I could just kill a man
Blow from Mexico’s cartels…
[Chorus:]
Hate it or love it
They love me then hate me then love me again
Bitch I don’t pretend, pussy I ain’t your friend
I done told you over and over again
You can hate it or love it, hate it or love it
They love me then hate me then love me again
Bitch I don’t pretend, pussy I ain’t your friend
I done told you over and over again
You can hate it or love it, hate it or love it
[Verse 2:]
I wore green, emeralds and my watch face drippin
Nigga ain’t no safe safe when I start trippin
I might call my next LP Death of the weirdo?
I’m high, check my altitude, I’m lounging in the Lear home
Feel a buzz, a little coolaid and Codeine
I say getting your ass whipped is a sure thing
It ain’t safe in the war, the war I’m playing my shark tank
On the trip to the mall, made your bitch ass plank
I touched more pussy than maxipads
Now Detox can be your little rap rehab
Bitch just a second visit from the repo man
And you can’t afford your monthlys, I mean God damn
Man, you ain’t worth your shoes you standing in
When I party I bring a bitch to bring the cannon in
You said you was gonna see me when your homie got shot
It’s been a while so I’m guessing you must’ve forgot
Once again you forget, ain’t this some shit
You forgot about me bitch I wrote your hits
You know “how we do”, “hate it or love it” and nigga fuck it I’m special
That’s why your ass say my verse
[Chorus]
About 50 Cent Lyrics
Artist: 50 Cent
Related Songs: Keep Your Eyes On Yours Lyrics
Born: July 6, 1975 (age 47 years), Queens, New York, United States
Organizations founded: G-Unit Records, SMS Audio, MORE
Production companies: G-Unit Films and Television Inc., Cheetah Vision
Songwriting partners: Eminem, Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre, Jay-Z, MORE
Awards: MTV Video Music Award for Best Rap Video, MORE
Nominations: Grammy Award for Best Rap Song, MORE