Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Niggas Be Hating Me, artist - Lil Keke. Album song Don't Mess Wit Texas, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.06.1997
Record label: Seven 13
Song language: English
Niggas Be Hating Me |
| Yeah |
| I’m lyrically inclined to be a poetic threat |
| A million dollar crook from a Southside set |
| As I proceed to break out, I’m fierously demonstratin' |
| On some fly pressure, on the marks, forever hatin' |
| Relax your mind, as I restarce the prey |
| Ascroociate pain, givin' left for game |
| Cause boys be hatin' me, and makin' my pressure rise |
| Niggas get bigger, but my Glock same the same size |
| I cock it and ride, fire sweet and hit the gas |
| Cause as the swain glass, able to mash class |
| Your ass is grass, if you in that black mass |
| Future present past, another’ll beat his ass |
| I’ma mash, fast, with the heart of a hustler |
| Quick to break up a busta, so what’s up motherfuckers |
| I ain’t makin' no bargains, no deals or no plea |
| Stayin' strapped at all times, cause niggas be hatin' me |
| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise |
| I’m trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize |
| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise |
| Lil' Keke is a fact, won’t you haters just realize, cause ah |
| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise |
| I’m trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize |
| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise |
| Lil' Keke is a fact, won’t you haters just realize |
| On the Southside, we be hittin' licks |
| Nine sold, have a thang, 27 the bricks |
| Tricks be hatin', feds got my phone tapped |
| Loaded Glock on my lap, jealous niggas got me strapped |
| I black on blaze, swang freeze to floss those |
| Coast-to-coast shows, pimps playas and pros |
| A 9 I pack, dedicated to stack |
| Smokin' weed sippin' serve movin' ounces of crack |
| The shit gone hit the Fed and the strip gon' flip |
| The answer when you trip is a flime in a clip |
| I tip a hater, just like he’s a waiter |
| A polished in mastermind, and a dope rhyme creator |
| Heart-breaker, a baller legendary show-stopper |
| Southside representin', pops up on the chopper |
| Open your eyes you face to face with a g |
| Give the game for free, cause niggas be hatin' me |
| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise |
| I’m trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize |
| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise |
| Lil' Keke is a fact, won’t you haters just realize, cause ah |
| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise |
| I’m trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize |
| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise |
| Lil' Keke is a fact, won’t you haters just realize |
| Now we be ballin', and yo we puttin' in work |
| The L-i-l K-e and this nigga named D |
| Back up ain’t no mistakin', it’s money we makin' |
| Put all drama on hold until the record make dough |
| So far so good, ain’t no complaints in Herschelwood |
| Same things in my hood, it’s understood |
| When the sun come up, it’s dollar bills y’all |
| And when them punks run up, it’s time to kill y’all |
| Somebody said to me «Whatever you do just keep it tru |
| Make your cash and dash cause see these haters are after you» |
| Flashin' gold cash in them hoes face |
| Nobody fuck with me, I wanna paperchase |
| Poetic since '84 I used to rhyme and rainbow |
| Noticin' how the game go, I puts it down so |
| You got beef then bring your beef hardrugged |
| From the streets of hard knocks, the way you g’s love it |
| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise |
| I’m trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize |
| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise |
| Lil' Keke is a fact, won’t you haters just realize, cause ah |
| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise |
| I’m trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize |
| Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise |
| Lil' Keke is a fact, won’t you haters just realize |