Hate It or Love It
50 Cent Game Tony Yayo Young Buck & Lloyd Banks Lyrics


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Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh huh

Comin' up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl
Confusion occurs comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, probably out commitin' 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 mornin', niggas had 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 it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

I told Dre from the gate "I'd 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 threw away my N.W.A. gold
I had the whole crowd yellin "Free Yayo!"
So niggas better get up outta mine
For I creep and turn your projects into Columbine
And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind y'all 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 lil' 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? (Hahaha)

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

From the beginnin' 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
I thought it would change, it's stayin' the same

How many of them boys is witcha'
When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walking with a snub, 'cause niggas do a lot of slick talkin'
In the club 'til they coughin' on the rug
Ain't never had much but a Walkman and a bud
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 it's an RIP shirt in my coat
Now I'm speedin', reminiscin'
Holdin' my weed in, never listen
If I see him I'ma lift 'em
And maybe that'll even the score
But if not, it'll be me on the floor

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

I started out at 15, scared as hell
I took 30 off a pack and I made them sales
As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
With that lil' deuce-deuce and my triple fat goose
Sippin' Easy Jesus, rockin' a Alesis
My momma whipped me when she found my pieces
I look back on life and thank God I'm blessed
We the best on the planet so forget the rest

You know I'm still nice with my cook game
Look man, it's a hood thang; that's why I'm loved in Brook-lyn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time homey, I'm still all good
Let me show you what a thug 'bout, born to die
I took the bullets outta 50 put 'em in my fo'-five
And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a worthy check

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop




Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of 50 Cent's "Hate It Or Love It" tell a story of his upbringing and struggles in the cold world of the streets, where he grew up confused as his mother kissed a girl while his father was committing felonies. He wanted to live good and make it big, so he resorted to selling dope to afford luxuries like a gold rope and a sheepskin coat. However, his bike was stolen, and he never had anything good come his way in the hood. Despite all of this, 50 Cent continues to strive to be the best in the rap game and be the MVP.


The chorus of the song repeats the phrase, "Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top," which is a familiar theme in hip hop culture. 50 Cent and The Game trade verses about their respective rise to fame and their trials and tribulations along the way. The verses also include references to other rappers and current events, such as Ashanti's new boyfriend and an incident in D.C.


Overall, the lyrics of "Hate It Or Love It" paint a picture of perseverance and determination in the face of adversity, which is why it remains a classic anthem in the hip hop community to this day.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, let's take 'em back
Let's go back to the past and talk about our experiences.


Comin' up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl
Growing up was confusing for me since I saw my mother kissing another woman.


Confusion occurs comin' up in the cold world
Growing up in a tough world was confusing for me.


Daddy ain't around, probably out commitin' felonies
My father was not there for me growing up, and I suspect he was committing crimes.


My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check check out My Melody"
My favorite rapper used to sing this rhyming phrase.


I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
I resorted to selling drugs to earn a good life.


For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
I sold drugs to buy flashy jewelry.


Nana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat
My grandma promised to buy me a sheepskin coat if I did well.


If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope
If I sell more drugs, I can buy an even better hat.


Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
I had trouble sleeping that night.


Woke up the next mornin', niggas had stole my bike
When I woke up, I found out someone had stolen my bike.


Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I face the same struggles every day, and there is nothing positive in my community.


I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
If possible, I would leave my community and never return.


Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
People may hate or love me, but I am the underdog who has succeeded.


And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
I will continue to shine and succeed until I die.


Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
Others can envy me as I am the most valuable player in rap.


And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
I'm not going anywhere, so people should get to know me.


I told Dre from the gate "I'd carry the heat for ya"
I promised to protect Dre by carrying a gun for him.


First mixtape song I inherited beef for ya
I had to deal with conflict and drama because of a song on my first mixtape that was in support of Dre.


Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G for ya
I grinded and persevered for Dre, giving my all.


Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
I represented Compton and supported Dre when he needed people to help him.


At my last show I threw away my N.W.A. gold
At my last show, I threw away my N.W.A. gold chain to symbolize my loyalty to Dre and my new direction in life.


I had the whole crowd yellin "Free Yayo!"
During my show, the entire crowd chanted for the release of Yayo, one of my friends.


So niggas better get up outta mine
People should stay away from me and not mess with me.


For I creep and turn your projects into Columbine
I have the power to do harm and may take violent actions to protect myself and those I care about.


Don't make me remind y'all what happened in D.C
People should not forget what happened when I was involved in a conflict in D.C.


This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
This person is not as tough as they claim to be.


Mad at us 'cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
This person is upset because Ashanti, a singer, has a new boyfriend.


And it seems your lil' rat turned out to be a mouse
This person is not as tough as they claimed to be, just like a small, timid mouse instead of a tough rat.


This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly South
This conflict is pointless and should be left behind, like birds who fly south for the winter.


Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
Young Buck can confirm that when there was uncertainty, I remained strong and confident.


Who gave the West coast mouth-to-mouth? (Hahaha)
I helped revive and bring up the West Coast rap scene.


From the beginnin' to the end, losers lose, winners win
Throughout my journey, those who do not succeed will lose, while those who do succeed will win.


This is real we ain't got to pretend
My experiences are authentic, and there is no need to fake or pretend otherwise.


The cold world that we in, is full of pressure and pain
The world we live in is tough and full of struggles.


I thought it would change, it's stayin' the same
I hoped the world would improve, but it has remained just as tough.


How many of them boys is witcha'
How many of your friends are true and loyal to you?


When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
Back when you had a TV that needed to be hit to work.


I'm walking with a snub, 'cause niggas do a lot of slick talkin'
I carry a gun with me as people often talk badly behind my back.


In the club 'til they coughin' on the rug
People party hard in clubs, to the point of coughing on the floor.


Ain't never had much but a Walkman and a bud
I never had much growing up, just a Walkman and marijuana.


My role model is gone snortin' up his drug
My role model has died from taking drugs.


Bad enough they want me to choke, my boy just got poked in the throat
People want to harm me, but my friend was just stabbed in the throat.


Now it's an RIP shirt in my coat
I now carry a shirt that says Rest In Peace in memory of my friend who was killed.


Now I'm speedin', reminiscin'
I am now driving fast and thinking about the past.


Holdin' my weed in, never listen
I am holding onto my drugs and not listening to others who tell me to stop.


If I see him I'ma lift 'em
If I see the person responsible for my friend's death, I will take violent action against them.


And maybe that'll even the score
Taking revenge may balance or settle the conflict.


But if not, it'll be me on the floor
If I fail to seek revenge, I will be the one who suffers the consequences.


I started out at 15, scared as hell
I started selling drugs at 15, and I was afraid.


I took 30 off a pack and I made them sales
I sold 30 drug packets, making a profit from them.


As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
As a young man, I used to work hard to earn money.


With that lil' deuce-deuce and my triple fat goose
I had a small gun and wore a warm, puffy jacket.


Sippin' Easy Jesus, rockin' a Alesis
I used to drink a type of alcohol called Easy Jesus and played music on an Alesis brand instrument.


My momma whipped me when she found my pieces
My mother punished me when she found my drugs.


I look back on life and thank God I'm blessed
I reflect on my experiences and am grateful for my blessings.


We the best on the planet so forget the rest
We are the best, and there is no one else who can compete with us.


You know I'm still nice with my cook game
I am still skilled and talented when it comes to cooking drugs.


Look man, it's a hood thang; that's why I'm loved in Brook-lyn
I am loved in Brooklyn because I represent the struggles and experiences of the hood, which people can relate to.


I handle mine just like a real nigga should
I handle my business and responsibilities with strength and resilience.


If I do some time homey, I'm still all good
Even if I go to jail, I will still be okay.


Let me show you what a thug 'bout, born to die
I will demonstrate what it means to be a tough person, someone who is destined to die at some point.


I took the bullets outta 50 put 'em in my fo'-five
I took bullets out of another rapper's gun and put them in my own.


And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
I have not even achieved all of my goals yet, and there is more to come.


A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a worthy check
I have made millions of dollars, but I still feel like I have not earned what I deserve.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: Curtis James Jackson, Allan Wayne Felder, Norman Ray Harris, David Darnell Brown, Christopher Charles Lloyd, Ronald Baker, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Marvin Bernard

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@aazar3234

Buck's verse is a work of art

@carlostorres8771

True

@jennywong8098

favorite part of this song for sure. I took the bullets outta 50 and put em in my 4-5! UGH!

@dizmop

I gotta give it to Lloyd Banks for the Flow and wordplay lyrics but Young buck got some killer lyrics, Tony Yayo is Wack

@seanshields86

Fucking best verse of life

@SlumDawgSaint

word

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@100spurs

G-Unit at its absolute peak.

@topinkahat9082

Yup.

@tdb4763

So true

@CustomFitted

Yup but it was also over for them after this year (05)

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