| Yeah
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| I’m lyrically inclined to be a poetic threat
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| A million dollar crook from a Southside set
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| As I proceed to break out, I’m fierously demonstratin'
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| On some fly pressure, on the marks, forever hatin'
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| Relax your mind, as I restarce the prey
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| Ascroociate pain, givin' left for game
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| Cause boys be hatin' me, and makin' my pressure rise
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| Niggas get bigger, but my Glock same the same size
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| I cock it and ride, fire sweet and hit the gas
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| Cause as the swain glass, able to mash class
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| Your ass is grass, if you in that black mass
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| Future present past, another’ll beat his ass
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| I’ma mash, fast, with the heart of a hustler
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| Quick to break up a busta, so what’s up motherfuckers
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| I ain’t makin' no bargains, no deals or no plea
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| Stayin' strapped at all times, cause niggas be hatin' me
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| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
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| I’m trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize
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| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
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| Lil' Keke is a fact, won’t you haters just realize, cause ah
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| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
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| I’m trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize
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| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
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| Lil' Keke is a fact, won’t you haters just realize
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| On the Southside, we be hittin' licks
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| Nine sold, have a thang, 27 the bricks
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| Tricks be hatin', feds got my phone tapped
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| Loaded Glock on my lap, jealous niggas got me strapped
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| I black on blaze, swang freeze to floss those
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| Coast-to-coast shows, pimps playas and pros
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| A 9 I pack, dedicated to stack
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| Smokin' weed sippin' serve movin' ounces of crack
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| The shit gone hit the Fed and the strip gon' flip
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| The answer when you trip is a flime in a clip
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| I tip a hater, just like he’s a waiter
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| A polished in mastermind, and a dope rhyme creator
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| Heart-breaker, a baller legendary show-stopper
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| Southside representin', pops up on the chopper
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| Open your eyes you face to face with a g
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| Give the game for free, cause niggas be hatin' me
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| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
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| I’m trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize
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| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
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| Lil' Keke is a fact, won’t you haters just realize, cause ah
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| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
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| I’m trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize
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| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
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| Lil' Keke is a fact, won’t you haters just realize
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| Now we be ballin', and yo we puttin' in work
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| The L-i-l K-e and this nigga named D
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| Back up ain’t no mistakin', it’s money we makin'
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| Put all drama on hold until the record make dough
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| So far so good, ain’t no complaints in Herschelwood
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| Same things in my hood, it’s understood
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| When the sun come up, it’s dollar bills y’all
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| And when them punks run up, it’s time to kill y’all
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| Somebody said to me «Whatever you do just keep it tru
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| Make your cash and dash cause see these haters are after you»
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| Flashin' gold cash in them hoes face
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| Nobody fuck with me, I wanna paperchase
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| Poetic since '84 I used to rhyme and rainbow
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| Noticin' how the game go, I puts it down so
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| You got beef then bring your beef hardrugged
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| From the streets of hard knocks, the way you g’s love it
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| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
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| I’m trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize
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| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
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| Lil' Keke is a fact, won’t you haters just realize, cause ah
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| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
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| I’m trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize
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| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise
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| Lil' Keke is a fact, won’t you haters just realize |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Niggas Be Hating Me , by - Lil Keke. Song from the album Don't Mess wit Texas (20th Anniversary), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп