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50 cent - love, hate, love (street king energy track #6) lyrics

[verse 1:]
it’s the same sh-t, feel like a n-gg- having flashbacks
i might have crack in my -ss crack
back to that rubber handle, 38 special vandal
play godfather b-tch, you get dead like marlon brando
these bars h-t harder than hard times
my flow’ll make a lifer wanna stare at the sunshine
i’ll bring a b-tch, you bring a b-tch
let’s switch, i’m a swing hit ya face with a pillow case filled with mop wringers
penitentiary style, big monster swag
b-tch, i got so many tricks make me go in my bag
yeah n-gg-s keep saying i’m back
it’s a fact ya shaken like ya -ss got parkinsons, relax, confused
acting like a white boy bored
now you wanna jump a flight of stairs on a skateboard
n-gg-, why the f-ck ya pants so tight?
you tryna show n-gg-s your -ss, 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
b-tch i don’t pretend, p-ssy 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
b-tch i don’t pretend, p-ssy 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
n-gg- ain’t no safe safe when i start trippin
i might call my next lp death of the weirdo?
i’m high, check my alt-tude, i’m lounging in the lear home
feel a buzz, a little coolaid and codeine
i say getting your -ss 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 b-tch -ss plank
i touched more p-ssy than maxipads
now detox can be your little rap rehab
b-tch just a second visit from the repo man
and you can’t afford your monthlys, i mean god d-mn
man, you ain’t worth your shoes you standing in
when i party i bring a b-tch 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 sh-t
you forgot about me b-tch i wrote your hits
you know “how we do”, “hate it or love it” and n-gg- f-ck it i’m special
that’s why your -ss say my verse

[chorus]

- 50 cent lyrics

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