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Young Buck - Haters Young Buck - Haters |
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Verse 1:
Don't Ask me where the fuck Im from Or what set I claim
I get money, I got a little bit of both games in me
Niggas hate so the marshburg hang with me
Feds wanna tap up my fone because they cant get me
I might as well give it to ya since Dre sent me
Just sit back and kick ya feet up ok 50
Im on 1 and I just begun
I dare one of these blood cloats come test me gun
The rude boy of the south let me in this bitch
I just wish Tupac was here to witness this
Give me room to breathe and Imma blow you away
I move a 100 bricks a week and do a show every day
Heyyyyy, somebody gotta do it yall
See I done been locked up and I dont know who the call
It's my time, so everybody jump on the train
With the AK aimed I can shootdown a plane Mutherfucker
Chorus 1x: [Kokane]
Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong?
(Makes you wanna do Wrong?)
Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long
(Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea)
Verse 2:
My gun damn near bigger then me
I aint the nigga to be
Cause everytime a body drop, niggas mentioning me
I see a judge in my dreams when he sentencing me
I got the mind of a nigga bout to get him a key
All the feins lined up, they just waitin on me
Better hurry, hurry Its about to go down
And dont ya worry I brought a 100 rounds
We gon count to ten and then put the clips in
Whoever is the last man standin wins
You throw some money in the hood and it always works
My niggas crazy, They'll dig a dead body from the dirt
Better watch my mouth, cause I been watchin ya house
Im in the bushes like when this nigga gonna come out?
Its enough of this he say she say shit
Now its time to find out who you with
Chorus 1x: [Kokane]
Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong?
(Makes you wanna do Wrong?)
Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long
(Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea)
Kokane:
The streets aint got no love
Oh but im a nigga on top of things
These niggas dont feel my pain
Oh these niggas dont got a clue what I been through man
But I aint even lookin for love
Oh but i aint lookin for all ya sympthay
I gots to just do my thing
Chorus 1x: [Kokane]
Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong?
(Makes you wanna do Wrong?)
Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long
(Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea) |
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