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  • [hook 2x]
  • HATERSSSSSSSSSS!
  • hatin cause my 20's be..choppin! choppin!
  • hatin cause these hoes be..jockin! jockin!
  • try me and my glock'll be..*****in! poppin!
  • [Kalage]
  • Why you wannaaaaaaaaaa playa hate on meeeeeee??
  • Is it the big truck sittin' up on Mike Jordans...thats 23's
  • with the big ole owl, dual heads roaring
  • Or is it the Caprice sittin' Emmitt Smiths...thats 22's
  • on the Impala on 20 inches
  • Mo' wood in it than old Abe Lincoln's cabin
  • and with mo' glass in it, than in your cabinets
  • Or is it the way we come down watchin' XXX
  • white sex from the ceilin', visors, and headrests
  • Or is it the ?? chain, the gucci hat, the gucci Air Jordan retros to match
  • Even though I step on the scene, so fresh and so clean
  • nice tek'n wit' me, I still got my weapon wit' me
  • strapped wit' a tek in my jeans
  • ready to squeeze, cause I know you haters get tempted to wear my
  • neck-a-lace.
  • [hook 2x]
  • [Trick Daddy]
  • Now just imagine if there wasnt no real niggas
  • no hustlas, thugstas, mobstas, and field niggas
  • On the treal, T double D, I still keep it real
  • I love the streets that you ***** niggas named Haterville
  • Lied on me, said I was a murderer, said I used to serve you work
  • but I aint never heard of you
  • I love dub-deuces, only cause I'm sittin on em
  • and once again I'm gunnin, copped the big 500
  • A Chevy boy, candy green and chrome fronted
  • Niggas hide out or they ride out cause my shit runnin
  • I sold more oz's than cd's and lp's
  • Baby, I'm a thug plus I'm OG
  • I roll 'em heavy, I'm bout my fetti
  • and the feds is what I'm headed
  • if you ***** niggas keep tellin'.
  • [hook 2x]
  • [Boondox]
  • I was sittin in the rankin, 69 ??
  • and ceelo twankys (choppin)
  • 4 15' subwoofers (blasting)
  • I dont like that nigga, ***** that nigga
  • Man, I wanna shoot, slap, punch, kick, cut that niggaa!
  • Thats what they say on the low
  • WE'RE LOSING HIMMMM!
  • Thats what paramedics'll say
  • while you lay on the floor
  • Can we all just get along? smoke trees, hit a bong
  • Haters ***** niggas, so I'm a choke 'em wit' a thong
  • Even the block envy me, I make a mill wit' the flo'
  • but I'm better wit' coke and hot hennessey
  • My peers is like queers they only get mad
  • cause I ride rims old enough to buy beers
  • they smileeee while hatin' but when it comes to fakes
  • I spot more than dalmations
  • [hook 4x]

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