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Verse 1
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What? Ya'll got hate
in your blood
(This is fucked up)
Ya'll got hate in your blood
(This is fucked up man)
Ya'll got hate in your blood
Verse 2
Ebm
Listen, I know ya'll niggas want me
I hear ya'll niggas plottin',
I see ya'll niggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin',
I'm gone in something fast
Through the city with no top that
reach 220 on the dash
Verse 3
Ebm
I'm so hot in everybody's hood
with other niggas' hoes
I'm throwin' paper at them bitches,
screamin' So So
Now every spot I hit,
I'm hearing different shit
About homies that want me that weren't
with me when I started this
Verse 4
Ebm
It's fucked up but I,
but I can't let these niggas blurry my vision
On where I'm going and
how I'm living, ya know?
I got a daughter now, young age three
If her daddy don't shine,
then my shorty won't eat
Verse 5
Ebm
Feel me? Do I floss? Yes
Sometimes I hit the block so damn
hard I start hatin' myself
It's bad, I feel your pain dawg
But the only thing I'm about to change is the game,
motherfucker!
Verse 6
Ebm
If you're sick of seeing
niggas pop Cris
And talkin' 'bout stacking chips,
you know what?
(You got hate in your blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley's and hearing
niggas talk about sittin' on dubs
(You got hate in your blood)
Verse 7
Ebm
If you're sick of seeing artists,
it's the end
And hearing artists, it's the end,
you know what?
(You got hate in your blood)
Listen, I know you niggas want me
I hear you niggas plottin',
I see you niggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin, it's on
Verse 8
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Papi had raw, then I bought him out,
you know me, fuck niggas
Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out,
rapid fire got my hands shakin'
And everybody hate dyin' but
most niggas die hatin'
While ya'll run to the bank,
I run to the brink
Verse 9
Ebm
A real thug keep the Tommy
gun under the mink
I got a glass kitchen,
you can see what's under my sink
And I do shit just to do it, too
much money to think
So you can hate all you want,
I'mma still be 'Kiss
Verse 10
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Dirty, a lot of paper, filthy rich,
JD's the architect, he built these hits
Ruff Ryder's, So So Def, feel this shit
And you can tell any one of your boys
You might find 'em in a hood near
you and any one of his toys
Verse 11
Ebm
'Cause I know you got hate in your blood
Still dump eight in your mug
So cock sucker take it and love, uh
Verse 12
Ebm
If you're sick of seeing
niggas pop Cris
And talkin' 'bout stacking chips,
you know what?
(You got hate in your blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley's and hearing
niggas talk about sittin' on dubs
(You got hate in your blood)
Verse 13
Ebm
If you're sick of seeing artists,
it's the end
And hearing artists, it's the end,
you know what?
(You got hate in your blood)
Listen, I know you niggas want me
I hear you niggas plottin',
I see you niggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin, it's on
Verse 14
Ebm
Somebody tell me why, man,
somebody tell me why
Do niggas just hate, hate,
hate the way they do man
Let me explain something
to ya'll about me man
Why ya'll think I was the first rap
nigga on MTV Cribs?
Verse 15
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'Cause I'm a young, fly,
flashy motherfucker
Ya'll think I'mma stop, fuck naw
I'mma keep ridin' down
the block with my hat bent
In the black bent,
with them dubs on that shit
Verse 16
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We gon' still be in the club poppin' Cristal,
pourin' Belvedere on bitches
We don't give a fuck, man
A matter of fact I wish I
could smack the shit
Out of one ya'll niggas right
now with some money
Verse 17
Ebm
But you know what I'm saying
'Cause ya'll niggas just hate,
hate, hate
Well, ya'll gonna have to just keep
hatin' motherfuckers
Verse 18
Ebm
If you're sick of seeing niggas pop Cris
And talkin' 'bout stacking chips,
you know what?
(You got hate in your blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley's and hearing
niggas talk about sittin' on dubs
(You got hate in your blood)
Verse 19
Ebm
If you're sick of seeing artists,
it's the end
And hearing artists, it's the end,
you know what?
(You got hate in your blood)
Listen, I know you niggas want me
I hear you niggas plottin',
I see you niggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin, it's on
Verse 20
If you're sick of seeing niggas pop Cris
Ebm
And talkin' 'bout stacking chips,
you know what?
(You got hate in your blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley's and hearing
niggas talk about sittin' on dubs
(You got hate in your blood)
Verse 21
Ebm
If you're sick of seeing artists,
it's the end
And hearing artists, it's the end,
you know what?
Ebm
(You got hate in your blood)
Listen, I know you niggas want me
I hear you niggas plottin',
I see you niggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin, it's on
Bitch!
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