Текст 50 Cent – Love, Hate, Love (Street King Energy Track #6)
Текст:
Verse 1:
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
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
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