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Krayzie Bone

"Don't Hate On Me"

[Intro: Da Brat]
Ain't it f*cked up that when you work real hard to get some sh*t And finally make it to the top of sh*t
Then it's a whole gang of muthaf*ckas that hate that sh*t
And wanna take that sh*t

[Chorus: Krayzie Bone]
n*gga don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some? (Don't you hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some?
n*gga, don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some? (Don't you hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some?
n*gga don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some? (Don't you hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some?
n*gga, don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some? (Don't you hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some?

[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]
n*gga don't you hate on me, muthaf*cka, go get you some
Get off my di*k, b*tch, get out my mix
And tell me where the real n*ggas at
Put your blunts in the air, y'all n*ggas get fried to this
Tear the roof off the motha
Tell me who the thuggish in this muthaf*cka
What you n*ggas really wanna do? Be ballas, flossin'
n*ggas wanna be me so they gotta be talkin'
Oh, we been hearin' what they say
And when I'm in they face, "What you say?"
"Oh, nothin'" busta, hit him in his sh*t anyway
Hey that's how we play, still thuggin'
Ain't a thang changed still the same name, Leather Face
Real real n*ggas, that's all I gotta say
You're f*ckin' with the real you're bound to get dusted
Really the real ain't sh*t to be f*cked with
Protected by the nina, we ain't care for them n*ggas
The trigger finger itchy, fixin' to hit up the whole block
Make a n*gga close shop, sho' nuff, show-stopper
f*ckin' 'em up with these sawed-offs, pumpin' the shotgun
Really unecessary 'cause all we want is a little respect
That's all we want but, n*gga, you don't feel me
n*gga, you don't
Krayzie Krayzie maybe insane and he with J.D
Let it rip, done slipped a clip into the gat
Brat-tat-tat just like that

[Verse 2: Da Brat]
I ain't finna be the b*tch to procrastinate
If n*ggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake
Go through whatever drastic measures I have to take
Make a mutha'f*cka masturbate
The hotter I get, the more hate
Some of you hoes is overrated with flows that's outdated
Take 'em to the rehab and get 'em reinstated
My lyrical content send other b*tches to convents
Pray for me to be deleted but that's nonsense
Been the bomb since '74
Aries I can see how ya n*gga be lookin' at me
He wanna get in between the sheets
Leave the wallet and the keys for me
I ain't persuade that easily
But if you spend the cheese for me, n*gga, we can f*ck free frequently
You study me but another me could never be so, broke the mold
6-0-6-4-4 when n*ggas are hauled off and hit you with the sawed-off
Seen plenty muthaf*ckas fall off with they drawers off
When I'm finished droppin' 'em all off on the Westside of Chi I'm ridin' high, thinkin' of ways to make it through the maze of the paper chase
Slidin' by, keep a Luger in the chamber ready for danger when it's time to die

[Chorus: Krayzie Bone]
n*gga don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some? (Don't you hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some?
n*gga, don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some? (Don't you hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some?
n*gga don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some? (Don't you hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some?
n*gga, don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some? (Don't you hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some?

[Verse 3: Jermaine Dupri]
See everywhere I go I feel like n*ggas be tryin' to get me stuck I'm fly no matter what, iced-up and all the hoes wanna f*ck
Not to mention that a n*gga got K stacked-up, packed up Everything I touch gold and platinum (What?)
n*ggas can't f*ck with us like Busta Bust, we dangerous And you know that if I peel, I got more, y'all peel, it's gone
It's why the ice grill on when I wheel on by
Y'all n*ggas in the corner back and forth like, "f*ck that little guy"
Don't worry about me, you need to worry about your god damn self
How your sh*t on the shelf
And how you sit around wishin' that a n*gga was signed to So So Def
I'm a A-T-L-A-N-T-A nig, never been known to play with
Can't none of y'all see me, so y'all n*ggas don't really need to say sh*t (Uh-uh)
With all your paper hate, people hate, and your bad looks
What y'all need to do is shut up and take heed to what my n*gga's sayin' in the hook

[Chorus: Krayzie Bone]
n*gga don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some? (Don't you hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some?
n*gga, don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some? (Don't you hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some?
n*gga don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some? (Don't you hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some?
n*gga, don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some? (Don't you hate on me, don't hate on me)
Don't you hate on me
Why don't you go and get you some?

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