| Yeah man, this go out to all those who hated on the real
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| Ya know I’m sayin, I’ma put it to ya like this right here, man
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| The truth shall survive, ya know I’m sayin
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| It’s like this right here, man
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| I mean, you hatin out here man
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| But’chu needa get up on ya somethin, ya know I’m sayin
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| I mean, ya know, good always overcomes evil, man you know
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| And to all real guys out here man, thats handlin ya business
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| All my brothers, brown, black, white, all accross America
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| All ya gotta do man, is just uhh, put God first, ya know I’m sayin
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| And you shall shine, ya know I’m sayin?
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| Aye man, word to the wise and to the lame
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| Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters
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| Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters
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| Hater, hate on, hate on
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| Hater, hate on, hate on
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| Hater, hate on, hate on
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| Hater, hate on, hate on
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| Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters
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| Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters
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| Hater, hate on, hate on
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| Hater, hate on, hate on
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| Hater, hate on, hate on
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| Hater, hate on, hate on
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| Here I goes on my hustle playin
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| Niggas know that I stay
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| Down on this money man, this is do or die
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| Hater’s mouths be runnin
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| But the bills still comin
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| Either you gon' lay it down
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| Or you get up on ya somethin
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| Bein broke is a joke
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| Very hazardous to health
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| I don’t sell no dope
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| Playa, dope sell it’s self
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| Gotta floss in my wealth
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| If ya got it, then show it
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| Twenty-thousand at the Lennox Mall, I’ma blow it
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| Petrone, I’ma pour it
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| Purp, I’ma roll it
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| Gun to ya head, squeeze triggas, brains blowin
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| Hood nigga from the North side, Memphis Tennessee
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| Tatted on my left arm, spelled like Hennessey
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| Yeah, this go out to all you niggas in the streets
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| Who don’t know what’cha doin
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| Fe-fi-fo-fum, you can feel the slugs
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| Of this Mossburg shotgun, chest full of blood
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| You can say that’cha life could end in a flash
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| Like the wind blows dead brown leaves to the grass
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| I ain’t goin back to jail, when it’s on then I shoot
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| Momma, get’cha black vest on and a body-suit
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| Meet him at the altar, don’t forget’cha flower basket
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| Full of Holy water, dead in a casket
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| I’m a basket, of a case
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| Either them, either me
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| Dyin all that older
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| If you go, so it be
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| See these niggas, they be hatin when ya flossin
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| Got the bread, I’m just blessed out hurr
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| And I gotta stay
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| I’m motivated by the haters
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| I’m motivated by the haters
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| I’m motivated by the haters
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| I’m motivated by the haters
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| I’m motivated by the haters
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| I’m motivated by the haters |