[Intro]:
Man, I'm so sick o' you mothafuckin' haters, so I decided to sit down and write you a mothafuckin' letter, you know, I hope it get to you, 'cause I won't write it again, you mothafuckas better listen real close, real close, we ain't playin', n***a, tired of this old hater-ass shit

[Chorus x2]:
Dear haters
I'd like to thank you for hatin' on mine
'Cause if it wasn't for haters then real n***as couldn't shine
Dear haters
Thank you for talkin' all that shit
'Cause if you didn't talk shit, I couldn't spit it like this

[Verse 1]:
Yeah, blaow!
If I died for every hater, I'd be a billionaire
For every million haters, there's a mothafuckin' player
Dear hater (hater), still in the game and I didn't quit (Quit)
So you can just miss me with all that "fallin' off" shit
Dear hater, I'd like to thank you, for hatin' on mine
'Cause if it wasn't for haters then real n***as couldn't shine
I know you wanna see me broke (broke), or smokin' some crack
But I'm lookin' for new 24s to put on my lap
You n***as just ain't knowin' (knowin'), you just be talkin' that shit
And I be wrong if I just flipped and just unloaded the clip (Blaow!)
This is a letter to you haters, from Spiceberg Slim
I'm still a mothafuckin' boss, I'm still poppin' my brim
I had to do one for you haters, I couldn't leave y'all out
'Cause y'all are main bitch n***as we be talkin' about
Dear hater, I'd like to thank ya, for bein' a sucka
Make it easy to separate you from real mothafuckas
[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2]:
Blaow!
Thank you haters, it wouldn't be possible without you
Jealousy got me strapped, got me makin' raps about you
If it wasn't for haters, I wouldn't know how to ball
Catch me flippin' whips, lookin' hella sick on y'all
Dear haters, thank you for talkin' all that shit
'Cause if you didn't talk shit, I couldn't spit like this
Thank you haters, for walkin' 'round actin' like bitches
Let a mothafucka know quick which crew is the sickest
This a letter to you haters (haters), I don't give a fuck
So while you talkin' that shit, you better learn how to duck
Dear hater, I'd like to thank you (thank you), for holdin' me down (Down)
I smash on any n***a who owin' me now
If it wasn't for haters, real players couldn't shine
Watch your signs, n***a, haters be hatin' all the time (Blaow!)
You n***as wanna see me fall but I ain't goin' nowhere (Hell naw)
It's the original Bossilini, n***a, AmeriKKKa's Nightmare (Blaow!)

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]:
Blaow!
Bless you haters, you keep me goin', through the thick and the thin
Focus let it get to you 'cause I'm gon' ride it again
You see, I can smell a hater from a mile away
'Cause I separate the mothafuckin' real from the fake
Dear hater, I'd like to thank ya (thank ya), for tryin' to jack me
Dumpin' some n***as out I know for tryin' to smash me
I know you wanna see me locked up, or stuck in the bin
But I'm out there gettin' my money finna do it again
Dear hater, you seen a girl and you try to holla
Told the bitch I was a sucka, and you was a rida
Dear hater, I'd like to thank ya, for keepin' me ready
Just peelin' n***as loose brains, hangin' like it's spaghetti (Hahaha)
What the fuck is in n***as to make 'em hate so much?
Man, you's a hatin'-ass n***a, boy, you livin' off luck (Blaow!)
[Interlude]:
Damn, what the fuck is that I smell, n***a, this n***a got on player hatin' cologne, get the fuck outta here!

[Chorus x2]

[Outro]:
Blaow!
Thank you, thank you, thank you very much, thank you haters, I love you mothafuckas, I love you mothafuckin' hatin'-ass n***as out there 'cause if it wasn't for you n***as, we wouldn't shine, you mothafuckas wouldn't even know, you couldn't even tell, n***a, you mothafuckas is some hatin'-ass, bitch-ass n***as, and I can't wait 'til I catch you mothafuckas slippin' somewhere, n***a, on some real shit, n***a, Bossilini, n***a, do or die, shit, what, Westside, blaow!

[Chorus x2]