Hate Blood lyrics

by

Swizz Beatz


[Jermaine Dupri] (Freeway)
What?
Y'all got hate in your blood
(This is f*cked up)
Y'all got hate in your blood
(This is f*cked up, man)
Y'all got hate in your blood

[Jermaine Dupri]
Listen
I know y'all n*ggas want me
I hear y'all n*ggas plottin'
I see y'all n*ggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin', I'm gone, in something fast
Through the city with no top
That reach 220 on the dash, I'm so hot
In everybody's hood with other n*ggas' hoes
I'm throwin' paper at them b*tches
Screamin' So So
Now every spot I hit
I'm hearing different sh*t
About homies that want me that weren't with me when I started this
It's f*cked up but I
But I can't let these n*ggas blurry my vision
On where I'm going and how I'm living, ya know?
I got a daughter now, young age three
If her daddy don't shine, then my shorty won't eat
Feel me?
Do I floss? YES!
Sometimes I hit the block so damn hard I start hatin' my self
It's bad, I feel your pain dawg
But the only thing I'm about to change is the game motherf*cker!
1 - [Freeway] (JD)
If you're sick of seeing n*ggas pop Cris
And talkin' bout stacking chips
You know what?!
(You got hate in your blood)
Sick of seeing Bentleys
And hearing n*ggas talk about sittin' on dubs
(You got hate in your blood)
If you're sick of seeing artists [it's the end]
And hearing artists [it's the end]
You know what!
(You got hate in your blood)
Listen I know you n*ggas want me
I hear you n*ggas plottin'
I see you n*ggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin, it's on

[Jadakiss]
Papi had raw, then I bought him out
You know me, f*ck n*ggas
Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out
Rapid fire got my hands shakin'
And everybody hate dyin'
But most n*ggas die hatin'
While y'all run to the bank
I run to the brink
A real thug keep the Tommy gun under the mink
I got a glass kitchen
You can see what's under my sink
And I do sh*t just to do it
Too much money to think
So you can hate all you want
I'mma still be 'Kiss
Dirty, a lot of paper, filthy rich
JD's the architect, he built these hits
Ruff Ryder's, So So Def, feel this sh*t
And you can tell any one of your boys
You might find 'em in a hood near you and any one of his toys
Cause I know you got hate in your blood
Still dump eight in your mug
So c*ck sucker take it and love, uh
Repeat 1

[Jermaine Dupri]
Somebody tell me why man
Somebody tell me why
Do n*ggas just hate, hate, hate the way they do man
Let me explain something to y'all about me man
Why y'all think I was the first rap n*gga on Mtv Cribs?
Cause I'm a young, fly, flashy motherf*cker
Y'all think I'mma stop, f*ck NAW
I'mma keep ridin' down the block with my hat bent
In the black bent, with them dubs on that sh*t
We gon' still be in the club poppin' Cristal
Pourin' Belvidere on b*tches
We don't GIVE A f*ck MAN
A matter of fact I wish I could smack the sh*t
Out of one y'all n*ggas right now with some money
But you know what I'm saying
Cause y'all n*ggas just hate, hate, hate
Well y'all gonna have to just keep hatin' motherf*ckers

Repeat 1 (2x)

b*tch!
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