| Song | Some People Hate - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Jay-Z |
| Album | The Blueprint 2 The Gift & The Curse |
| 作词 : Carter, Russell, West | |
| That old fashioned word, it's a word called love | |
| Called love, called love, hung up, hung up | |
| This must be the way the nigga ' | |
| Pac feltWhen he made ' | |
| Me against the world', ' | |
| All eyez on me' | |
| Y'all niggaz got me feelin' like all eyes on me | |
| Me against the world | |
| Y'all got me on my shit | |
| Thought niggaz would appreciate what | |
| I did to this game | |
| Bein' that, | |
| I'm flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood | |
| Come from the same 'hood you come from | |
| We share basically the same stories | |
| Thought niggaz would appreciate what | |
| I came and did | |
| Since '96, every year somethin' must be | |
| Seriously wrong with the world, | |
| I know y'all ain't hatin' | |
| Some people hate | |
| Some people hate | |
| Some people hate | |
| I think they've lost their minds, | |
| I'm hung up | |
| Raw, rough and rugged, when address in the mass public | |
| My attitude is **** it, 'cause mother****ers love it | |
| Got a chip on my shoulder, the size of the | |
| Golden Nugget in | |
| VegasAn' **** bein' famous, | |
| I came to get the butters | |
| I came from the gutter, my success in this game | |
| Is sorta like ' | |
| Projectic | |
| Justice', a payment for brushes | |
| With police officers, a peace offerin' from the | |
| GodsFor the streets | |
| I was tossed in, 'til | |
| I'm deceased in a coffin | |
| I'ma be a beast on these beats, releasin' early and often | |
| Please, your disdain for the brothers ain't gon' change the numbers | |
| It's the strengthenin' of chain among us | |
| Please, we ain't afraid of none of ya's, who want it with us? | |
| Ain't nuttin' changed since the '96 summers, c'mon | |
| Some people hate | |
| Some people hate | |
| Some people hate | |
| I think they've lost their minds, | |
| I'm hung up | |
| They say success breeds envy | |
| I guess it's just the penalty of leadership | |
| I guess I'm what niggaz wanna be an' shit | |
| Or niggaz just bored, wanna be in shit, 'fore they get to rappin' | |
| Start believin' it, think they | |
| Ali an' shit | |
| I roll with the punches, so | |
| I surviveI bob and weave, move my feet from side to side | |
| I'm back, stronger than ever, surprise, surprise | |
| They try to take me out the game, but | |
| I's aliveIt's like a old | |
| Negro spiritual, | |
| I mastered | |
| TobeyWith a splash of | |
| Monster Kody, shoot faster than | |
| Kobe, nigga | |
| You bastards know me, the one an' only | |
| Big homie from the | |
| Roc, I think you pastors lonely | |
| You need Jesus in your life | |
| It's either that or y'all gon' make me put | |
| The double | |
| Desert Eagles in your life, nigga | |
| Some people hate | |
| Some people hate | |
| Some people kill their brothers | |
| I think they've lost their minds, | |
| I'm hung up | |
| Au contraire, nigga, | |
| I am here 'cause | |
| I earned this shit | |
| By ridin' out, when niggaz had learner's permit | |
| We bring the knives out or we let them burner's spit | |
| I bring them pies out if niggaz wanna burn the strip | |
| Bring your rides out, bring your buggy eyes out | |
| Turn your six, | |
| I laid back in the | |
| MaybackNigga, this the payback, | |
| I know you bitch niggaz, from way back | |
| Niggaz wanna clown but the pound it don't play that | |
| Get yourself found, drowned, where the lake at | |
| Run up on 'em notoriously | |
| And then we comin' where your wake at | |
| Eight maniac cats strapped with gats | |
| You can hate that, face facts, fake rap cats | |
| Can't take back what | |
| I took back to the | |
| Brook, look | |
| Some people hate | |
| Some people hate | |
| Some people kill their brothers | |
| I think they've lost their minds an' | |
| I'm hung up |
| zuò cí : Carter, Russell, West | |
| That old fashioned word, it' s a word called love | |
| Called love, called love, hung up, hung up | |
| This must be the way the nigga ' | |
| Pac feltWhen he made ' | |
| Me against the world', ' | |
| All eyez on me' | |
| Y' all niggaz got me feelin' like all eyes on me | |
| Me against the world | |
| Y' all got me on my shit | |
| Thought niggaz would appreciate what | |
| I did to this game | |
| Bein' that, | |
| I' m flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood | |
| Come from the same ' hood you come from | |
| We share basically the same stories | |
| Thought niggaz would appreciate what | |
| I came and did | |
| Since ' 96, every year somethin' must be | |
| Seriously wrong with the world, | |
| I know y' all ain' t hatin' | |
| Some people hate | |
| Some people hate | |
| Some people hate | |
| I think they' ve lost their minds, | |
| I' m hung up | |
| Raw, rough and rugged, when address in the mass public | |
| My attitude is it, ' cause mother ers love it | |
| Got a chip on my shoulder, the size of the | |
| Golden Nugget in | |
| VegasAn' bein' famous, | |
| I came to get the butters | |
| I came from the gutter, my success in this game | |
| Is sorta like ' | |
| Projectic | |
| Justice', a payment for brushes | |
| With police officers, a peace offerin' from the | |
| GodsFor the streets | |
| I was tossed in, ' til | |
| I' m deceased in a coffin | |
| I' ma be a beast on these beats, releasin' early and often | |
| Please, your disdain for the brothers ain' t gon' change the numbers | |
| It' s the strengthenin' of chain among us | |
| Please, we ain' t afraid of none of ya' s, who want it with us? | |
| Ain' t nuttin' changed since the ' 96 summers, c' mon | |
| Some people hate | |
| Some people hate | |
| Some people hate | |
| I think they' ve lost their minds, | |
| I' m hung up | |
| They say success breeds envy | |
| I guess it' s just the penalty of leadership | |
| I guess I' m what niggaz wanna be an' shit | |
| Or niggaz just bored, wanna be in shit, ' fore they get to rappin' | |
| Start believin' it, think they | |
| Ali an' shit | |
| I roll with the punches, so | |
| I surviveI bob and weave, move my feet from side to side | |
| I' m back, stronger than ever, surprise, surprise | |
| They try to take me out the game, but | |
| I' s aliveIt' s like a old | |
| Negro spiritual, | |
| I mastered | |
| TobeyWith a splash of | |
| Monster Kody, shoot faster than | |
| Kobe, nigga | |
| You bastards know me, the one an' only | |
| Big homie from the | |
| Roc, I think you pastors lonely | |
| You need Jesus in your life | |
| It' s either that or y' all gon' make me put | |
| The double | |
| Desert Eagles in your life, nigga | |
| Some people hate | |
| Some people hate | |
| Some people kill their brothers | |
| I think they' ve lost their minds, | |
| I' m hung up | |
| Au contraire, nigga, | |
| I am here ' cause | |
| I earned this shit | |
| By ridin' out, when niggaz had learner' s permit | |
| We bring the knives out or we let them burner' s spit | |
| I bring them pies out if niggaz wanna burn the strip | |
| Bring your rides out, bring your buggy eyes out | |
| Turn your six, | |
| I laid back in the | |
| MaybackNigga, this the payback, | |
| I know you bitch niggaz, from way back | |
| Niggaz wanna clown but the pound it don' t play that | |
| Get yourself found, drowned, where the lake at | |
| Run up on ' em notoriously | |
| And then we comin' where your wake at | |
| Eight maniac cats strapped with gats | |
| You can hate that, face facts, fake rap cats | |
| Can' t take back what | |
| I took back to the | |
| Brook, look | |
| Some people hate | |
| Some people hate | |
| Some people kill their brothers | |
| I think they' ve lost their minds an' | |
| I' m hung up |