| Haters, haters
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| What you talkin' 'bout
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| Talkin' 'bout those haters in the street
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| From Diego To I. E
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| Yeah, why do you want to hate on me?
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| Shoo, doo-ooop
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| Shadow and Fingazz
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| Just talkin' 'bout those haters in the street (Fuck you haters)
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| Check it out
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| All you motherfuckers
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| So that’s why you want to hate on me (Haters)
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| I stay loaded to the streets
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| I got half the world
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| Mad at me
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| Hatin' with my name in their mouth piece
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| Fuck peace, bitch, here comes the pitbull
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| With a shaved head and tatoos, comin' to get you
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| The other day
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| I heard a tweaker say
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| That they’re watching the empire, night and day
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| Talkin' about I got the whole state served
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| The word keeps travellin'
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| I stay shippin' and handlin'
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| I gotta make my shit start scatterin'
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| It doesn’t matter when
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| Placed your order
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| I don’t care if you want it in Minnesota
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| I cross states with full crates and do whatever it takes
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| To make bank and fill cases with big faces
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| And just in case you
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| Hoes didn’t know (What)
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| Every car im in is owned
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| Now Hate me more, biotch
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| Haters
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| Dawg, what you talkin' 'bout?
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| I’m talkin' 'bout those haters in the street
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| Haters
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| Hatin' everything I got
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| Tell 'em
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| Yo, why do you want to hate on me?
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| Haters
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| Shoo, doo-ooop
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| Dawg, what you talkin' 'bout?
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| Just talkin' 'bout those haters in the street
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| Haters
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| Just mad cause I’m blowin' up their spot
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| So that’s why you want to hate on me
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| I take a hit and I laugh at these petty-ass wannabes
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| You break bread when we take over your colonies
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| The streets are calling me, there’s ends to collect
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| Eye in the sky, still there it hasn’t left
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| You’re runnin' out of breathe
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| Sellin' all them woof tickets
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| So keep your mouth shut
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| You jealous bastards
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| And when the pig ask somethin', you don’t answer
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| What you hear
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| In the circle
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| Stays in the circle
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| Run your beak and get beat
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| Til your turn purple
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| I think it’s best that you run back home
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| I’m sick in the dome
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| You’re answerin', «The murder is on»
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| From night til dawn
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| Whether it’s
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| Right or wrong
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| I gotta
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| Stay paid
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| All day long
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| Remain calm
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| Cause only the strong get to see another day
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| So watch what who you hatin' on
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Now there’s one more I gotta bring to the table
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| For them punk ass deputies, you bitches need security
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| Outgun
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| Outnumbered
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| Outdone
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| The result is a fucked up outcome
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| Number one, can’t nobody take out from me
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| I got it locked from my hood to your county
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| Rowdy people
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| I don’t know
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| Why the fuck they say that all men are created equal
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| It’s plain and simple, gotta make what you spend
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| And if it don’t make dollars, better pay me a cent
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| I represent
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| All my soldiers that are playing to win
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| And all the motherfuckin' riders makin' moves in the pen
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| See; |
| talk is cheap, it don’t make me or break me
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| Heat off safety, for you cops tryin' to take me
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| Hate me if you want, but I’m a grind til my last day
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| So what more can I say about you haters
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Ah ha
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| Yeah
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| This song’s dedicated to everyone of you fools that playa hated
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| Mr. Shadow (Shadow)
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| Fingazz
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| My homeboy Krook, you know
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| Streetlight, Pit Boss (Ha ha)
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| One love
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| 2001, bitch (2K1)
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| Pack a lunch and an extra pair of nuts (Extra nuts)
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| Find me in San Diego, puffin' on a blunt (Blunts, biotch) |