Hate Blood (feat. Freeway & Jadakiss)

What? Ya'll got hate in your blood
 (This is fucked up)
 Ya'll got hate in your blood
 (This is fucked up man)
 Ya'll got hate in your blood
 Listen, I know ya'll niggas want me
 I hear ya'll niggas plottin', I see ya'll niggas 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 niggas' hoes
 I'm throwin' paper at them bitches, screamin' So So
 Now every spot I hit, I'm hearing different shit
 About homies that want me that weren't with me when I started this
 It's fucked up but I, but I can't let these niggas 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' myself
 It's bad, I feel your pain dawg
 But the only thing I'm about to change is the game, motherfucker!
 If you're sick of seeing niggas pop Cris
 And talkin' 'bout stacking chips, you know what?
 (You got hate in your blood)
 Sick of seeing Bentley's and hearing niggas 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 niggas want me
 I hear you niggas plottin', I see you niggas lookin'
 But I ain't stoppin, it's on
 Papi had raw, then I bought him out, you know me, fuck niggas
 Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out, rapid fire got my hands shakin'
 And everybody hate dyin' but most niggas die hatin'
 While ya'll 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 shit 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 shit
 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 cock sucker take it and love, uh
 If you're sick of seeing niggas pop Cris
 And talkin' 'bout stacking chips, you know what?
 (You got hate in your blood)
 Sick of seeing Bentley's and hearing niggas 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 niggas want me
 I hear you niggas plottin', I see you niggas lookin'
 But I ain't stoppin, it's on
 Somebody tell me why, man, somebody tell me why
 Do niggas just hate, hate, hate the way they do man
 Let me explain something to ya'll about me man
 Why ya'll think I was the first rap nigga on MTV Cribs?
 'Cause I'm a young, fly, flashy motherfucker
 Ya'll think I'mma stop, fuck naw
 I'mma keep ridin' down the block with my hat bent
 In the black bent, with them dubs on that shit
 We gon' still be in the club poppin' Cristal, pourin' Belvedere on bitches
 We don't give a fuck, man
 A matter of fact I wish I could smack the shit
 Out of one ya'll niggas right now with some money
 But you know what I'm saying
 'Cause ya'll niggas just hate, hate, hate
 Well, ya'll gonna have to just keep hatin' motherfuckers
 If you're sick of seeing niggas pop Cris
 And talkin' 'bout stacking chips, you know what?
 (You got hate in your blood)
 Sick of seeing Bentley's and hearing niggas 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 niggas want me
 I hear you niggas plottin', I see you niggas lookin'
 But I ain't stoppin, it's on
 If you're sick of seeing niggas pop Cris
 And talkin' 'bout stacking chips, you know what?
 (You got hate in your blood)
 Sick of seeing Bentley's and hearing niggas 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 niggas want me
 I hear you niggas plottin', I see you niggas lookin'
 But I ain't stoppin, it's on
 Bitch!