| Hey why they hate me like I stole something, that make a nigga wanna roll
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| something
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| But I’m they closest partner, if I let em hold something
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| Good for nothing, but making me hate my peers
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| So let the whole world, taste my tears
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| When they roll they represent anger, paranoid with one in the chamber
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| Deliver heads shots to my foes, and make them do a gainer
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| And when they splash it’s a blood bath
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| And I trust no one ain’t no more chunking up the deuce, when my thugs pass
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| Live my life in silentary confinement, away from y’all
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| If I needed artillery, could I even get the K from y’all
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| I’m all alone in the ways of the wicked, since I can’t stand you hoes
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| Forever lonely when I kick it, in the lumino
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| With straps and shells, my life is murder and mail
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| The opposition see me coming, and they blast they self
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| This for my homies that don’t know me, when I’m broke
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| Swear to God I hope you motherfuckers choke, when my gun smoke, hate
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| The H is for these hoe niggas that’s all in my face
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| And the A is for the actions that these bitch niggas take
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| And the T is for the tommy gun that’s bout to blast
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| And the E is for eternal cause I ever last
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| I be feeling like Pac, because I wonder if they still down
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| Facing homicide from haters, but my homies didn’t even spill rounds
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| Fuck y’all, I hate you motherfuckers to death
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| Remember times, when I stopped niggas from clutching your chest
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| I live in bulletproof vests, but it seems
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| The only time I got family, is when a nigga dream
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| So fuck sleep, I’m on a 24 hour grind
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| Look at your darling son, now mama I’m out of my mind
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| I don’t know how to be happy and I can’t smile
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| And fuck a bitch cause she be plotting on how to get you, when y’all walking
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| down the isle
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| The same motherfuckers that you care for
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| Look how they do you, they don’t love you pick up your pistol and therefor
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| Represent yourself with the plastic
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| Cause me myself, wanna put all of you motherfuckers in caskets
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| Fuck love, unless it’s coming from the heaven up above
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| My hatred being written in blood, hate
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| There ain’t no telling if a nigga make it, I might be stuck in the slums
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| A walking target, steady ducking the gun
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| Believe in me and you can keep your wife
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| There’ll be no hostages, just give me what I’m looking for and keep your life
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| I’m military minded, you can ask Klondike Kat
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| Even if they bomb first, Z-Ro about to bomb right back
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| I give a fuck about your life now, slugs hitting your windpipe now
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| Guess you could say, I’m living shife now
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| All about my fetty, till I bubble like some champagne
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| Z-Ro the Crooked, the most valuable player up in this rap game
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| So back back-back back, be sure to give me more than fifty
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| Automatic rounds, down to pass that
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| Murder my foes, then I murder my friends
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| Because they turned on a nigga, when I ain’t have no ends, hate
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| Murder my foes, then I murder my friends
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| Because they turned on a nigga, when a nigga wasn’t chopping a Benz, hate |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hate , by - Z-Ro. Song from the album 1-Deep, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп