Hate Blood (Jermaine Dupri)

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 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! 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 And hearing artists 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 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 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 And hearing artists 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 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 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 And hearing artists 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 (2x)