| Haters love, when you’re down
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| All them haters love, when you’re down
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| Haters make the world, go round
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| All them haters love, when you’re down
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| Say they love me, when the word is out
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| They still talking about, how you lost your clout
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| By word of mouth, it just spread through the South
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| But them haters don’t know, what they talking bout
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| It ain’t no doubt, they just sitting back waiting
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| Contemplating, devising plots for hating
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| Perpetrating, but I’m evaluating
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| It’s another actor’s hating, complicating situations
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| No justification, to these false accusations
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| They faking and shaking, is it cause the money I’m making
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| Bricks I’m making, or the trips I’m taking
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| In the ganja fields, chilling with the Jamaicans
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| It’s highly mistaken, trying to hold me back
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| I’ma squash the chit-chat, when I rat-ta-tat-tat
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| Back-back back-back, playa move around
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| Cause the haters and the fakers, really love it when you’re down
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| Now back in '93, I made the world feel me
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| On my first Screw tape, with Lil' Keke
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| Playa haters envy, cause they couldn’t copy |
| So they started riding me, like a horse jockey
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| Me and P-A-T, start rapping regurly
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| We were labeled wanna-be's, in this rap industry
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| Now boys seeing me, all on T. V
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| Grammy nominee, on BET
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| Everything’s on me, show money tax free
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| I’m a V.I.P., in your community
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| Now I garuntee, I was on bended knee
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| Asking G-O-D, continue to guide me
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| Provide me the name, lace me up with game
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| The gift to entertain, to those who complain
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| They just jealous mayn, I guess that’s the case
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| So I sustain, to keep them haters out my face
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| Remember players and haters, have no common denominators
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| It gets greater later, if you stray from perpetrators
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| I pull mo' stunts, than Evil Knievel
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| Cause I’m on that chase, for the root of all evil
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| Trying to thread the needle, making hits like the Beetles
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| This is just the first chapter, of the legendary sequel
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| My people be congregating, find ways to separate
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| Cause haters and fakes, I continue to annihilate
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| They motivate, me to fill my destiny
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| One of the smartest not the hardest, artists in this industry |
| So now you see, that the shit that I spit
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| Is so legit, while you bumping your gums like a hippocrit
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| Case dismissed, as I umptfully stated
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| And I remain agitated, to those less motivated
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| I’m underrated, but that soon will change
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| When I figure out this plain, on this hating thang
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| (*singing*) |