[Jermaine Dupri (Freeway)]
What?
Y'all got hate in your blood

(This is $#&@ed up)
Y'all got hate in your blood
(This is $#&@ed up man)

Y'all got hate in your blood

[Jermaine Dupri]

Listen
I know y'all ^!$$%s want me
I hear y'all ^!$$%s plottin'

I see y'all ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s' hoes
I'm throwin' paper at them (*##$es

Screamin' So So
Now every spot I hit
I'm hearing different %#@!

About homies that want me that weren't with me when I started this
It's $#&@ed up but I
But I can't let these ^!$$%s 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 mother$#&@er!


[1 - Freeway (JD)]
If you're sick of seeing ^!$$%s pop Cris
And talkin' bout stacking chips

You know what?!
(You got hate in your blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley's

And hearing ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s want me
I hear you ^!$$%s plottin'
I see you ^!$$%s lookin'

But I ain't stoppin, it's on

[Jadakiss]

Papi had raw, then I bought him out
You know me, $#&@ ^!$$%s
Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out

Rapid fire got my hands shakin'
And everybody hate dyin'
But most ^!$$%s 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 %#@! 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 %#@!

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 @@#! sucker take it and love, uh


[Repeat 1]

[Jermaine Dupri]
Somebody tell me why man
Somebody tell me why

Do ^!$$%s just hate, hate, hate the way they do man
Let me explain something to y'all about me man
Why y'all think I was the first rap ^!$$% on Mtv Cribs?
Cause I'm a young, fly, flashy mother$#&@er
Y'all think I'mma stop, !#@* NAW

I'mma keep ridin' down the block with my hat bent
In the black bent, with them dubs on that %#@!
We gon' still be in the club poppin' Cristal
Pourin' Belvidere on (*##$es
We don't GIVE A !#@* MAN

A matter of fact I wish I could smack the %#@!
Out of one y'all ^!$$%s right now with some money
But you know what I'm saying
Cause y'all ^!$$%s just hate, hate, hate
Well y'all gonna have to just keep hatin' mother$#&@ers


[Repeat 1 (2x)]

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