yeah

yeah
let's take 'em back
uh-huh
comin' up I was confused, my momma kissin' a girl
confusion occurs comin' up in the cold world
daddy ain't around, probly out commitin' felonies
my favorite rapper used to sing "che-check out my melody"
I wanna live good, so, [bad word]  I sell dope
fo' a four-finger ring, runnin' them gold ropes
Stanny told me if I pass, it'd be the sheepskin coat
If i could move a few packs, it'd be the hat, and that'd be dope
tossed and turned in my sleep that night
woke up the next mornin', niggas done stole my bike
different day, same [bad word] ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd runaway from this [bad word]  and never come back if I could

chorus:
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hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
and I'm gonna shine, homey, until my heart stops
go 'head, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
and I ain't goin' nowhere
so you could get to know me

I told Dre from the gate that I could carry the heat for ya
first mix tape song, I inherited befo' ya
gritted my teeth fo' ya
g-g-g-gee fo' ya
put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
at my last show I threw away my W gold
I had the whole crowd yellin' "free Yayo"
so niggas better get up outta mine
'fore I creep and turn yo' projects into Columbine
and I'm rap's MVP, don't make me remind y'all what happened in D.C.
this [bad word] ain't guady, he pretend
mad at us 'cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
and it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse
and this b [bad word] is for birds, and birds fly south
even Young Buc can vouch, when the doubts was out,
who gave the west coast mouth-to-mouth

chorus(x2)

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
full of pressure and pain
I thought it would change
it's stayin' the same
how many of them bowls was with ya
when you had that little tv you had to hit on to get a picture