Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Haters Song (slowed), artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 11.08.2001
Song language: English
Haters Song (slowed) |
| So much struggle and pain, I’m stuck in the game |
| Can somebody, help me please |
| I’m so sick of motherfuckers, steady capping up in my face |
| Cause they got, a little cheese |
| I’ma be on my way, to pay one of these days |
| Ready to bust, one of these A to the K’s |
| Can’t even count, how many blunts I blaze |
| Wetter than Surfside, riding on a wave |
| Can’t nobody talk about pain like me, and that’s about a god damn shame |
| Nigga been pen pimpin ever since '91, and I’m still in pursuit of my change |
| I done been through a group, and a solo tape |
| Trying to stay out the kitchen, and cook no mo' cakes |
| Can’t sell you no crack, but I’ll sell you a track |
| And then a nigga, headed to another photo tape |
| Trying to walk, on the straight and narrow |
| But the straight and narrow, just to gets so thin |
| Gotta fall off sometimes, but he know I’m trying |
| Not trying to sin, trying to earn the dividends |
| Wonder why a nigga like me, bleed the fair |
| Ever heard about rent, gotta pay that there |
| Everybody everywhere I go, need somewhere |
| So we living our life, like we don’t care |
| When I’m posted up, I sting like a wasp |
| Z-Ro paid the cost, to be the boss |
| Me and my niggas, use to be thicker than sauce |
| Now, they don’t even come to the house |
| I’m drowning in pain feeling the pain, and I really do miss my kin |
| But a motherfucker like me, gotta feed my family |
| One deep, I bring the bread in |
| I think you better let it go, just to let you know haters |
| We been down too long, y’all can’t hold us down no mo' |
| This Ms. Slim Chance, I’m go off in the crowd and I make 'em dance |
| Everytime I grab the mic, and take the stand |
| How many mics I gotta break, till I make some grands |
| They say I’m ready, cause I wreck the flow |
| Say they got pathetic, won’t let it go |
| All about the money, gotta get it and go |
| And if you ain’t spending money, then you out the do' |
| No time for the games, try stay on my toes |
| So if you asking that bullshit, better let it go |
| Trying to get me a mill ticket, fuck getting sold |
| Spitting the flow hitting the optimo, and I think you better let it go |
| You better let it go, before you get rushed in the game |
| Why everybody, wanna be yelling my name |
| Don’t they know my stress, will make a nigga do thangs |
| All the time, cause I be living thoed in the game |
| 24/7, I be wrecking the microphone |
| And leaving everybody stuck, cause I’m wrecking on every song |
| And tell them hating ass cats, who wanna hate me |
| I’m fin to bust on sight, when cocked with a beam |
| It’s a dirty game, but I gotta mash for mine |
| Ain’t no more waiting, I’m fin to take what’s mine |
| I’m a Guerilla Maab nigga, in the midst of plex |
| Knocking niggas on rest, to collect my checks |
| Now what a wonderful world, we living in |
| The way of life, got a nigga living in sin |
| All that I wanted, was to make dividends |
| Maybe get my T. a new house, with a Benz to get in |
| And my kin folks, a platinum plaque |
| We done dominated rap, and y’all know that |
| And if you didn’t know that, you better let it go |
| We been down too long, and I’m letting y’all know |
| You growing balls, steady trying to stand tall |
| Never do nothing, but crawl |
| Better get up off your knees, and develop some N-U-T's |
| Wannabe’s, and the wanna-be-me's |
| I really been stilling, my status |
| There’s never ever, gonna be another me |
| Gonna take, too much practice |
| I got too many motherfucking songs, up under the mattress |
| Situation at hand, these motherfuckers |
| Wanna talk down on me, cause I shine |
| Even though I went a long way, I gotta keep on going |
| So I read the root, when I grind |
| Sure is funny to me, when a nigga give me my card |
| Another one’s, talking down |
| Thinking they deserve the credit, they big headed like Frankenstein |
| But sound like, Z-Ro when they rhyme |
| One deep individual, up under God |
| Keep faith, in you Jesus Lord |
| But I really wanna know, will it ever get around to the good part |
| I’m so sick of the struggling, I wanna be bubbling |
| But they setting up, road blocks |
| Automatic mouth piece, fully loaded and cocked |
| And all enemies, must be dropped |
| Fuck it I said it first, and I’mma say it again |
| I’m in it to win, I’m never gon rest |
| My 16's be like a quest, better sit back and prepare for my address |
| Collaborated, by the Southside V-E-T |
| Singing off always, R-I-D-G |
| E-M-O-N-T, and a nigga gon stay one deep |