That will be the end of 50 cent on shady aftermath   I'm moving forward in my career   if Dre had got creativly tied up onto The Game project   if he's confused (echoes)      [Verse 1]   [The Game]      Comin' up he was confused his momma kissin a girl   If the shit happened in my household I might hurl   Daddy ain't around prolly out doin' crack   and Scarface told me he snitches just like a rat   Wanna live good so he snitched on thugs   Somebody must have told him steroids wasn't drug   Walkin' round town everyday in that snitch coat   Put niggaz behind bars but homie that ain't dope   Now he toss and turn in his sleep at night   Wake up in the morning watch cops on miami vice   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 x2]   Hate it or love it the underdoggs on top   And he gon tell and go runnin to the cops   Go head snitch on me   Im raps M.V.P   And I ain't goin nowhere so they can come and get me      [Verse 2]   [The Game]      G-G-G-G-UNOT!   On the grill of my low rider   Guns on both sides right above da gold wires   I'll .45 'em   Kill banks on my song and really do it   thats the true meaning of a ghost writer   10 G's 'd take Yayo out his air forces   Believe you me homie i know all about losses   Im from Compton wear the wrong colors be cautious   One phone call will have his body broke in parts and,   I stay strapped like car seats   Been bangin' since my little nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys   Thats 10 years i told buck in '05 I catch 50 let me tie up my Air Max '95's   I told u niggaz when i met u im'a ride and if i gotta die rather homocide   I ain't have 50 cent when my grandmama died   Now i'm goin back to cali same jacob on see how time fly      [Chorus x2]      Hate it or love it the underdoggs on top   And he gon' tell and go runnin to the cops   Go head snitch on me   Im raps M.V.P   And I ain't goin nowhere so they can come and get me      [Verse 3]   [The Game]      From the beggining to the end   Losers lose, winners win this is real we ain't gotta pretend   The cold world that we in is full of pressure and pain   Enough of that faggot now listen to Game   Told Dre from the gate i carry the heat for ya   first mixtape song i inherited Beef for ya   Gritted my teeth for ya   G-G-G G for ya    Put compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers   At my last show i through away my N.W.A. gold   Had the whole crowd yellin' "Fuck YAYO!!"   So niggaz betta get up out of mine   For i creep and turn violator into Columbine   And i'm raps M.V.P   Don't make me remind y'all Yayo was in P.C.   That niggaa ain't gotti he pretend   Mad at me 'cause Olivia got a new boyfriend   It seems ya little rat turned out to be a mouse   This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south   And even 50 cent could vouch   When the doubts was out i gave G-Unit mouth to mouth      [Chorus x2]   Hate it or love it the underdoggs on top   And he gon tell and go runnin to the cops   Go head snitch on me   Im raps MVP   And I ain't goin nowhere so they can come and get me