*featuring Freeway, Jadakiss
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[Jermaine Dupri (Freeway)]
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What?
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Y'all got hate in your blood
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(This is fucked up)
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Y'all got hate in your blood
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(This is fucked up man)
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Y'all got hate in your blood
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[Jermaine Dupri]
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Listen
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I know y'all niggas want me
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I hear y'all niggas plottin'
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I see y'all niggas lookin'
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But I ain't stoppin', I'm gone, in something fast
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Through the city with no top
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That reach 220 on the dash, I'm so hot
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In everybody's hood with other niggas' hoes
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I'm throwin' paper at them bitches
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Screamin' So So
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Now every spot I hit
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I'm hearing different shit
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About homies that want me that weren't with me when I started this
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It's fucked up but I
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But I can't let these niggas blurry my vision
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On where I'm going and how I'm living, ya know?
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I got a daughter now, young age three
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If her daddy don't shine, then my shorty won't eat
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Feel me?
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Do I floss? YES!
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Sometimes I hit the block so damn hard I start hatin' my self
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It's bad, I feel your pain dawg
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But the only thing I'm about to change is the game motherfucker!
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[1 - Freeway (JD)]
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If you're sick of seeing niggas pop Cris
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And talkin' bout stacking chips
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You know what?!
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(You got hate in your blood)
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Sick of seeing Bentley's
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And hearing niggas talk about sittin' on dubs
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(You got hate in your blood)
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If you're sick of seeing artists
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And hearing artists
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You know what!
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(You got hate in your blood)
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Listen I know you niggas want me
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I hear you niggas plottin'
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I see you niggas lookin'
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But I ain't stoppin, it's on
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[Jadakiss]
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Papi had raw, then I bought him out
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You know me, fuck niggas
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Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out
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Rapid fire got my hands shakin'
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And everybody hate dyin'
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But most niggas die hatin'
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While y'all run to the bank
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I run to the brink
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A real thug keep the Tommy gun under the mink
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I got a glass kitchen
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You can see what's under my sink
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And I do shit just to do it
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Too much money to think
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So you can hate all you want
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I'mma still be 'Kiss
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Dirty, a lot of paper, filthy rich
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JD's the architect, he built these hits
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Ruff Ryder's, So So Def, feel this shit
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And you can tell any one of your boys
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You might find 'em in a hood near you and any one of his toys
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Cause I know you got hate in your blood
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Still dump eight in your mug
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So cock sucker take it and love, uh
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[Repeat 1]
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[Jermaine Dupri]
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Somebody tell me why man
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Somebody tell me why
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Do niggas just hate, hate, hate the way they do man
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Let me explain something to y'all about me man
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Why y'all think I was the first rap nigga on Mtv Cribs?
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Cause I'm a young, fly, flashy motherfucker
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Y'all think I'mma stop, FUCK NAW
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I'mma keep ridin' down the block with my hat bent
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In the black bent, with them dubs on that shit
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We gon' still be in the club poppin' Cristal
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Pourin' Belvidere on bitches
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We don't GIVE A FUCK MAN
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A matter of fact I wish I could smack the shit
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Out of one y'all niggas right now with some money
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But you know what I'm saying
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Cause y'all niggas just hate, hate, hate
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Well y'all gonna have to just keep hatin' motherfuckers
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[Repeat 1 (2x)]
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Bitch!
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Hate Blood
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