[SPM]
Yeah, I just wanna say that I love all you haters,
It`s not your fault, you was raised to like the smell of shit
Us playas would like to smell the roses.
Chorus [Marilyn Rylander]:
Who`s over there?
No one said that life was fair
You haters come from everywhere
Y`all haters just because you`re scared
First Verse [SPM]:
Broken dreams, to be the coke King,
Everyone is sleep except me and the dopefiends
Five A.M. sittin` on the corner,
The day`s gettin` warmer but my heart is gettin` colder
Sold my last boulder let the storm pass over,
Never touch my dope, I`m only the cash holder
Soldier, I sleep with one eye open,
In the land where you see men die smokin`
Let the fry soak in, water, water,
Hillwood cowboy, fuckin` down the farmer`s daughter
Street saga, corner store robber,
Like Pasell I take your gal a la cama,
Baller, my block hotter than lava,
The wetback, in love with my mujada,
Papa, shit talker, they drop-uh
SPM, the rap Skyywalker
Chorus
Second Verse [Low-G]
Which road will I travel?
White sand or hard gravel?
Fuck a friend, I don`t even trust my own shadow,
I`m in a battle with the dirtiest of enemies,
Cuz I`m chippin` dope, all across the seven seas,
Low-G and the wheeze of the Vo-C,
At the ranch where my weed plants grow free
December 9, a child was born with no heart,
Since a kid, they said I wouldn`t go far
Ghetto scars tryin` to keep away from Merro bars
The rudest hours, FUCK Escobar,
Entity of drodas, I roll with top soldiers
If they approach us, I bury those cockroaches
Chorus
Third Verse [SPM]:
I ain`t start from the bottom, I dug myself out a hole
Grabbed a pen, and taught myself how to flow
Now my snow crystal, my shit primo,
Toe taggin` haters with a tiny torpedo
Desillo, me and my nuts make a good trio,
I`m the nigga pissin` in my cup for my P.O.
Life hit me like a double shot of whiskey,
In every song I give a piece of my history
This be reality, they wanna battle me,
But that`ll be the day, gather up my family
Packin` heat, pick `em up like a sack of meat
Most my niggas dead, or walkin` round with shackled feet
We had to eat, you can ask these cops,
I bought my first hooptie with fifteen rocks
They smoked non-stop, I watched as the crack melted,
I comes real cuz I really can`t help it
Chorus
[SPM]
Yeah this one goes out to all my players
Don`t let them haters get you down man
Besides, anybody who lets a hater get em down,
ten times out of ten is a hater, I ain`t trippin`
We comin` down baby 2000. It`s like that baby
