
Hate It Or Love It (Da Hole Truth) (Remix) Dogmatic (Ft. 50 Cent & Mary J. Blige)
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[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, let's take 'em back (This is the remix)
[Verse 1: Dogmatic]
I was born in raised in Detroit off 8 Mile
Where niggas always quick to bust and never smile
Separating white and black then rich from po'
Nowadays nigga say it don't matter no mo'
Used to steal niggas bikes from the back of they porches
Now I'm rolling Tahoes, Beamers and Porshes
But not before I had to count the losses
Now everybody in my crew is becoming bosses
I guess the rap game is full of softies
Niggas lying, stabbing you out, it cost me
I еven my nigga Big Bud
Things ain't been the same in thе hood
You hope you ain't next, so keep knocking on this wood
Man 'cause bullets be hot and it ain't all good
What we think it is, so keep your mind on your rhymes
Stay focused man and handle your biz
It is what it is and it stank
There's killers on the block and they're ready to pull rank (Let's take 'em back)
From the bricks and whips and that indo
Fat stacks of cash, they got the MACH ready to blast
I started rapping to get out of my past
But then I found out the rap game was the same
I learned things, never don't deserve shit
Plus they don't really even [?]
Yeah, let's take 'em back (This is the remix)
[Verse 1: Dogmatic]
I was born in raised in Detroit off 8 Mile
Where niggas always quick to bust and never smile
Separating white and black then rich from po'
Nowadays nigga say it don't matter no mo'
Used to steal niggas bikes from the back of they porches
Now I'm rolling Tahoes, Beamers and Porshes
But not before I had to count the losses
Now everybody in my crew is becoming bosses
I guess the rap game is full of softies
Niggas lying, stabbing you out, it cost me
I еven my nigga Big Bud
Things ain't been the same in thе hood
You hope you ain't next, so keep knocking on this wood
Man 'cause bullets be hot and it ain't all good
What we think it is, so keep your mind on your rhymes
Stay focused man and handle your biz
It is what it is and it stank
There's killers on the block and they're ready to pull rank (Let's take 'em back)
From the bricks and whips and that indo
Fat stacks of cash, they got the MACH ready to blast
I started rapping to get out of my past
But then I found out the rap game was the same
I learned things, never don't deserve shit
Plus they don't really even [?]
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