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| lyrics to "Hate Me Now" on album "I Am..." | ||||||||||||||||||
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CHORUS you can hate me now but i won't stop now cuz i can't stop now you can hate me now but i won't stop now cuz i can't stop now you can hate me now you can hate me now VERSE 1 don't hate me hate the money i see clothes that i buy ice that i wear clothes that i dry close your eyes picture me rollin sixes money fallin bitches honeys that swollen the riches nas get in ya most critically acclaimed pulitzer prize winner best story teller thug narrator my style greater model dater big threat to a lot of you haters commentators ringside tryin to watchin my paper almost a decade quite impressive most of the best is N' the sss's for this rap shit that i stand for expandin more to the big screen bill gates dreams but it seems you'd rather see me in jail with state dreams want me off the scene fast but good things last like your favorite mc's still makin some mean cash first rapper to bring platinum plaques back to the projects but you still wanna hate be my guest i suggest CHORUS VERSE 2 you wanna hate me then hate me what can i do but keep gettin money funny i was just like you i had to hustle hard never give up until i made it now you sayin that's a clever nigga nothin to play with hang on me i blew up but i'm the same ol g people warned me when you on top there's envy took my niggaz out the hood but you doubt on us sayin we left the hood but can't get it out of us my bad should i step on my shoes give em to you here's my cars and my house you can live in that too criticize when i float for the streets hate my dress code gucci this fendi that whatchu expect ho nickname esco took this game to its threshold best flow let the whole US know try to make it like you the realest but who the illest thanks we all know the answer to that cuz niggas feel us right CHORUS VERSE 3 it's a thin line between paper and hate friends and snakes 9 milli's and 38's hell or the pearly gates i was destined to come predicted blame God he blew breath through my lungs second to none we can turn wives to widows shoot through satin pillows the desolate one took a little time to claim my spot jammin up the border to this game stop and i side with the Lord ride for the cause while drivin niggaz shot up my doors platinum shorty catch me with the glocks to my jaws try stickin me up but i flipped on these ducks instead of my ambulances pickin them up niggas fear what they don't understand hate what they can't conquer guess it's just a theory of man became a monster top of the world never fallin cuz i'm as real as they come from day one forever ballin CHORUS it ain't never gon' stop niggaz can't stop can't stop | |||||||||||||||||
| lyrics to "Street Dreams" on album "It Was Written" | ||||||||||||||||||
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CHORUS street dreams are made of these niggaz pushin Bima's and 300E's a drug dealer's destiny is reachin the keys everybody's lookin for something street dreams are made of these shorties on their knees for niggaz wit big g's who am i to disagree everybody's lookin for something VERSE 1 my man put me up for the share one fourth of a square headed for delaware with one change of gear nothin on my mind but the dime sack we blazed with the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave dollaz and cents a fugitive with two attempts jakes had no trace of the face now they drew a print though i'm innocent til proven guilty i'm gonna try to filthily purchase a club and starty up a realty for a real g i'ma fulfill my dream if i conceal my scheme then precisely i'll build my cream the first tip without the clique send the bitch with the quarter brick this is it, fresh face NY plate got a crooked eye for them jakes i want it all armorall benz with endless papes for God's sake what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million without the FBI catchin feeling CHORUS VERSE 2 from fat cat to pappy nigga see the cat 25 to flat push a thousand feet back holdin gats wasn't makin me fat snitches on my back livin with my moms gettin it on flushing crack down toilet two sips from being alcoholic nine hundred ninety nine thou for being rich but now i'm all for it my man saw it like Dionne warmick a wiser team for a wiser dream we could all score with the cartel argentina coke with the nine up in a hotel smoking on sesamina trina got the fish scale between her the way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her she got my back living sweeter fresh caesar guess, david robinson, wally moccasins bitches blow me while hopping in the drop top BM word is born son i had the bitch down on my shit like this CHORUS VERSE 2 blowing up projects struck looking for luck dreamin, scoping the large niggas beaming check what i'm seeing cars, ghetto stars pushing lil' europeans g-ing, heard about the old timers o-d-ing young early 80's throwing rocks at the crazy ladies workshipping every word these low rocking niggas gave me the street raised me up giving a fuck i thought Jordans and a gold chain was livin it up i knew the dopes the pushers the addicts, everybody cut out of class just to smoke blunts and drink notty ain't that funny getting put on to crack money with all the gun play painting the kettle black hungry a case of beers in the staircase i wasted years some niggas went to theirs flippin coke as their career but i'm a rebel stressin to pull out of the heat no doubt when jeeps jetted out spinnin, never holdin out CHORUS | |||||||||||||||||
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