Haters, haters; these n*ggas is haters
And I made myself so easy to love
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
How much they hate it? very!
Kiss girls like Katy Perry
I am never sprung, but I Spring 'er, Jerry
Don’t try this at home: results may vary
King like T.I., but in the Chi, Larry...
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Both are American Gangsters
You choose who's colder
Rappers get nasty in the booth but I'm grosser
I can’t even stomach myself, ulcer!
More realer 'cause I'm closer
Had girlies in girdles weighing more than they supposed to
Poser, no sir
My hustle, so Russell, I stretch work, yoga
You know I got it down, dog
Al Roker, I used to knock pounds off
It ain’t nothing for me to knock some nouns off
At these MCs praying for my downfall
They just haters, I wave at you, I’m so player
I’ll never be done, I’m so rare
[Verse 3: Kanye West]
We killing the game, it's not fair
You muh'f*ckers stay right there
'Cause we too high up in the air
We blasting off just like a laser
n*gga, pee-une, pee-une, pee-une
Get back, gimme room room room
DB9 like vroom, vroom, vroom
Young Hov', what we doin', doin', doin'?
[Verse 4: Jay-Z]
We ballin', b*tches
Eating y'all food, leaving dishes
Why these n*ggas always talking Lear talk, 'Ye?
Why I never see 'em at the Clearport, 'Ye?
Why always hear they at the airport?
While I fly daily like I'm in the Air Force?
Therefore, please stop talking my ears off
You haters, you mad at me 'cause your paper
Need to get its motherf*cking weight up
Hold up, wait up, I ain’t done
Name one thing I ain’t done
It hurts when you say that I ain't the one
You haters, how do I gain your favor?
I need to know 'cause I care
I need you to love me, I swear, look here!
See 'Ye is running the Chi like Gale Sayers
I'm running New York, I got the mayor on my pager
You can’t fade us, you haters
I need you, stay there, I breathe you like air
Yeah-yuh, yeah-yeah-yeah yeah-yuh