Feat Freeway Jadakiss
What
Y'all got hate in your blood
This is *****ed up
Y'all got hate in your blood
This is *****ed up man
Y'all got hate in your blood
Listen
I know y'all n***as want me
I hear y'all n***as plottin'
I see y'all n***as lookin'
But I ain't stoppin' I'm gone in something fast
Through the city with no top
That reach 220 on the dash I'm so hot
In everybody's hood with other n***as' h*es
I'm throwin' paper at them *****es
Screamin' So So
Now every spot I hit
I'm hearing different s**t
About homies that want me that weren't with me when I started this
It's *****ed up but I
But I can't let these n***as 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
Feel me
Do I floss YES
Sometimes I hit the block so d**n hard I start hatin' my self
It's bad I feel your pain dawg
But the only thing I'm about to change is the game mother*****er
If you're sick of seeing n***as pop Cris
And talkin' bout stacking chips
You know what
You got hate in your blood
Sick of seeing Bentley's
And hearing n***as talk about sittin' on dubs
You got hate in your blood
If you're sick of seeing artists
And hearing artists
You know what
You got hate in your blood
Listen I know you n***as want me
I hear you n***as plottin'
I see you n***as lookin'
But I ain't stoppin it's on
Papi had raw then I bought him out
You know me *****n***as
Kill 'em all let God sort 'em out
Rapid fire got my hands shakin'
And everybody hate dyin'
But most n***as die hatin'
While y'all run to the bank
I run to the brink
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 s**t just to do it
Too much money to think
So you can hate all you want
I'mma still be 'Kiss
Dirty a lot of paper filthy rich
JD's the architect he built these hits
Ruff Ryder's So So Def feel this s**t
And you can tell any one of your boys
You might find 'em in a hood near you and any one of his toys
Cause I know you got hate in your blood
Still dump eight in your mug
So *****sucker take it and love uh
Somebody tell me why man
Somebody tell me why
Do n***as just hate hate hate the way they do man
Let me explain something to y'all about me man
Why y'all think I was the first rap n***a on Mtv Cribs
Cause I'm a young fly flashy mother*****er
Y'all think I'mma stop *****NAW
I'mma keep ridin' down the block with my hat bent
In the black bent with them dubs on that s**t
We gon' still be in the club poppin' Cristal
Pourin' Belvidere on *****es
We don't GIVE A *****MAN
A matter of fact I wish I could smack the s**t
Out of one y'all n***as right now with some money
But you know what I'm saying
Cause y'all n***as just hate hate hate
Well y'all gonna have to just keep hatin' mother*****ers