Why You Wanna Hate For Lyrics

[Memphis Bleek]

Get your ones, get your guns

Muthafucker it's on

New millenium, and what?

Bleek re-born

All the haters eat a dick

Who I'm riding with bitch

You know the game and the name

I ain't change for shit

I toke cuatro cinco, when uno says

Keep uno in the head, you wouldn't fuck with this

My guns German, bullets burning

Where them bricks I'm searching

I need the money urgent

And I'm rushing, you slowing me down, ain't no holding me now

I'm out the gate, on the throne and I'm holding it down

All my niggas on the run, you's to eat for a reason

Fuck around and holla wrong, me and NORE come in squeezing

And these streets is mine, M-E-M-P-H, I got style

I make it look good being wild

With da game I got, anything I got

I hate everything in site, whether aiming or not

[Hook (X2)]

[Noreaga]

Yo, what you niggas wanna hate for?

Why you niggas all running outta state for?

You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for

Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha?

[Noreaga]

What, what, I do this shit for the streets

Just left Iraq, bout to meet with Bleek

Aiyo, and we both got weed in tons

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Thugged Out, Roc-a-Fella, big bank acounts

On the sky-tel with big type, and bring the ounce

Clip on niggas, niggas just be seeing me cussing

How you dig up with my style, the way I be rushing

Just to style you head in

You drove to a dead end

So what you gon' do now, once I but lead in

I say what, what, now y'all say what, what

I say, that I'm a thug, now y'all wanna be thugs

And I admit that I'ma hustler just hustling drugs

Yet I do this shit because crime pays

I'lI rock a cescear and doo rag

And I don't got waves

(don't got waves, don't got waves, don't got waves)

[Hook (X2)]

[Memphis Bleek]

Yo,yo,yo, niggas wanna turn states

Just hand me the eight

Have a crib in Iraq, for the Memph escape

Where the D's won't find me

Trees is lime green

Hoes give head just to ride and watch springs

Niggas gon' hate, 'cause we trying to get rich

My steak got A1, I can taste the chips

Give them facial hits, from the chrome thou flip

With the serious scratch, get them pinacles back

You can take some nigga, you wouldn't take some of these

My bullets heat up and burn, nigga, feel my sting

For the 9 double 9, these streets is Bleek

All my niggas on the run just got to eat

[Hook (X2)]

Memphis Bleek Why You Wanna Hate For