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
Enough of me nigga, now listen to Game
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
Yeah, '03, I went from quite filthy to filthy rich
50 Cent - My LifeTemperature risin', okay, let's go to the next level
Dance floor jam-packed, hot as a tea kettle
Go shawty, it's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
And we gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a f-ck, it's not your birthday
Hey Em, you know you're my favorite white boy, right?
I owe you for this one
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go ahead, girl, don't you stop
Keep goin' 'til you hit the spot
God's the seamstress that tailor-fitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain, I could spit at your dame
Yeah, I smell like the vault, I used to sell dope
I did play the block, now I play on boats
In the south of France, baby, Saint-Tropez
Get a tan, I'm already Black; rich, I'm already that
