along with me, Say fuck you Luda 3x Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris Say fuck you Luda 3x Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris
fine, I'm so sad that you feelin' so woozy Don't get caught up with the gossip, them chicks is jockin', girl They just jealous, everybody hates when Cris
envelopes and a bottle of Cris'? Fuck a Rolex, I got the same shit you got on my wrist All that jealousy shit is mayonnaise and celery shit Y'all hated
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
shit Suckas, the type that ain't gettin' no cheddar And can't afford Cris so he save Mo better Suckas, type that hate to mention that we buzzin' But
poetry so shady For lords on road and my hood ladies To be fair, no MC close to the man Little just come youth's jumpin' out of they pram Everybody
' the same, baby Okay, okay, you crazy For thinking I'ma sit here and let you degrade me In this story, I was looking like the bad guy Everybody pointing
knocked off Little bitty ass shorts, tryin' to show they ass cheeks Love me a freaky bitch, don't like em 'less they nasty Everybody gettin' out, gettin' they cars washed up Hate
market And promotions street team Anybody who put a sticker up Anybody that passed the word bout harlem world Anybody that kept the buzz goin Everybody
my way is dead 'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone, drunk by myself Heard niggas hate me, but I hated
saying the same baby Ok (ok), you crazy For thinking I'ma sit here, and let you degrade me In this story, I was looking like the bad guy Everybody pointing
Lu' was like, "How you like the army jacket nigga? " When he wear Versace - young nigga, get like me He was poppin Cris' in 88 when Eric "Eazy-E" Wright
[Intro] Yea this is for gangsta's only The dance floor's packed and them thangs is on me These cats wanna hate cause they dangers on me We strapped in
Sick over this, like I had you sippin' on piss Type thing I do to fake Dons, thinkin' it's Cris My relations, love hate, my family, love hate How you
collect ends But I lost brothers some best friends Word life, we all bredgren But we all speak and nobody budgin Cause we all stubbrin Yeah, we let the hate
What? Y'all got hate in your blood (This is fucked up) Y'all got hate in your blood (This is fucked up man) Y'all got hate in your blood [Jermaine Dupri
People! You're stuck in nineteen seventy-four witcha boring producers Your videos are boring, same girls singin Everybody tryin to be George Clinto and
