*featuring Da Brat, Krayzie Bone
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[Da Brat talking]
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[Chorus]
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Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
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Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some? [4x]
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[Krayzie Bone]
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Motherfucker, go get you some
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Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real niggas at
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Put your blunts in the air, y'all nigga get fried to this
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To the ?? to mother, tell me who the thuggest in this motherfucker
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What you niggas really wanna do? Big ballers flossin'
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Niggas wanna beat so they got to be talkin'
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Oh let me give them what they say and run 'em in they face
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What they say? "Oh nothin'"
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Buster, hit'em in they shit anyway (hey)
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That's how we play, stil thuggin' ain't a thing change
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Still the same name, love the face
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Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say
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You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted
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Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit'
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Protected by the niner, when you careful
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The nigga the trigger finger itchy fixin' to make you duck the whloe flock
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Make a nigga close shop, sho nuff
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Showstopper, fuckin' 'em up with diesel
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What's pumpin' the shotgun?
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Real neccesary cause all we want is a little respect
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That's all we want but nigga, you don't feel me
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Krazyie crazy, maybe insane hangin' with JD
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Little rip done slip the clip into the gat, rat-tat-tat
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Just like that
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[Da Brat]
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I ain't fixin' to be the bitch to procastinatin'
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Niggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake
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Go through whatever drastic measures I hafta take
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Make a motherfucker masterbate, the hotter I get the more hate
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Some of you hoes is overrated with flows
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The salvate'll take'em to the rehab and get'em re-instated
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My lyrical content send other bitches to convents
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Pray for me to be deleted but that's nonsense
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Been the bomb since '74 Aries
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I can see how ya nigga be lookin' at me
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He want to get in between the sheets
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Leave the wallet and the keys for me
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I ain't persuaded easily but if he spend the cheese for me
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Nigga, we can fuck free frequently
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You study me, but another me could never be sold
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Broke the most 6-0-6-4-4
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When niggas'll haul off and hit ya with the sawed off
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Seen plenty motherfuckers fall off with they jaws off
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When I'm finished droppin' 'em al off on the west side of Chi, I'm ridin' high
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Thinkin' of way to make it through the major of the paper chase
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Slidin' by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when it's time to die
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[Chorus]
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See everywhere I go, I feel like niggas be tryin' to get me stuffed
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I'm flyin' on out of what? Iced up and all the hoes wanna fuck
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Knockin' bitches and that nigga got cake stacked up, packed up
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Everything I touch, gold and platinum, what?
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Niggas can't fuck with us
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Like Busta Bust, we dangerous
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And you know that if I peel I got mo'
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Y'all peel, it's gone, that's why the ice grill on
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When the wheel on by y'all niggas in the corner
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Back and forth, like "fuck that little guy"
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Don't worry bout me, you need to worry bout yo' goddamn self
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How you shit on shelf and how you sit around
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Wishin' that a nigga would sign to So So Def
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I'm a A-T-L-A-N-T-Alien
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Never been known to play with
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Can't none of y'all see me, so y'all niggas don't really need to say shit
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With all your paper-hatin', paper-hatin' and your bad looks
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What y'all need to do is shut up
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And take heed to what my nigga sayin' in the hook
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[Chorus til end]
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Don't Hate On Me
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| Jermaine Dupri |
