[Jermaine Dupri] (Freeway)
What?
Y`all got hate in your blood
(This is fucked up)
Y`all got hate in your blood
(This is fucked up man)
Y`all got hate in your blood
[Jermaine Dupri]
Listen
I know y`all niggas want me
I hear y`all niggas plottin`
I see y`all 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, 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
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
Feel me?
Do I floss? YES!
Sometimes I hit the block so damn 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 motherfucker!
1 - [Freeway] (JD)
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)
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
[Jadakiss]
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 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 shit 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 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
Cause I know you got hate in your blood
Still dump eight in your mug
So cock sucker take it and love, uh
Repeat 1
[Jermaine Dupri]
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 y`all about me man
Why y`all think I was the first rap nigga on Mtv Cribs?
Cause I`m a young, fly, flashy motherfucker
Y`all 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
We gon` still be in the club poppin` Cristal
Pourin` Belvidere on bitches
We don`t GIVE A FUCK MAN
A matter of fact I wish I could smack the shit
Out of one y`all niggas right now with some money
But you know what I`m saying
Cause y`all niggas just hate, hate, hate
Well y`all gonna have to just keep hatin` motherfuckers
Repeat 1 (2x)
Bitch!
