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hate (interlude) - jermaine dupri lyrics

(feat. freeway, jadakiss)
[jermaine dupri (freeway)]
what?
y’all got hate in your blood
(this is f-cked up)
y’all got hate in your blood
(this is f-cked up man)
y’all got hate in your blood
[jermaine dupri]
listen
i know y’all n-ggas want me
i hear y’all n-ggas plottin’
i see y’all n-ggas 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 n-ggas’ hoes
i’m throwin’ paper at them b-tches
screamin’ so so
now every spot i hit
i’m hearing different sh-t
about homies that want me that weren’t with me when i started this
it’s f-cked up but i
but i can’t let these n-ggas 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 d-mn 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 motherf-cker!
[1 – freeway (jd)]
if you’re sick of seeing n-ggas pop cris
and talkin’ bout stacking chips
you know what?!
(you got hate in your blood)
sick of seeing bentley’s
and hearing n-ggas 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 n-ggas want me
i hear you n-ggas plottin’
i see you n-ggas lookin’
but i ain’t stoppin, it’s on
[jadakiss]
papi had raw, then i bought him out
you know me, f-ck n-ggas
k!ll ’em all, let god sort ’em out
rapid fire got my hands shakin’
and everybody hate dyin’
but most n-ggas 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 gl-ss kitchen
you can see what’s under my sink
and i do sh-t 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 sh-t
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 c-ck sucker take it and love, uh
[repeat 1]
[jermaine dupri]
somebody tell me why man
somebody tell me why
do n-ggas 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 n-gga on mtv cribs?
cause i’m a young, fly, flashy motherf-cker
y’all think i’mma stop, f-ck naw
i’mma keep ridin’ down the block with my hat bent
in the black bent, with them dubs on that sh-t
we gon’ still be in the club poppin’ cristal
pourin’ belvidere on b-tches
we don’t give a f-ck man
a matter of fact i wish i could smack the sh-t
out of one y’all n-ggas right now with some money
but you know what i’m saying
cause y’all n-ggas just hate, hate, hate
well y’all gonna have to just keep hatin’ motherf-ckers
[repeat 1 (2x)]
b-tch!

- jermaine dupri lyrics

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