Playa Hater

Flesh N Bone

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    [K] All my niggas, my niggas, my niggas...
    Killa, me killa, me killa, me killa, me killa
    [F] Why we gotta deal with the haters everyday?
    [K] Time after time after time
    [F] Lord, why we gotta deal with the haters everyday?
    [K] Why must I got the glock nine?
    [F] Why we gotta deal with these haters everyday?
    [K] Time after time after time, time after time
    [F] Lord, why we gotta deal with these haters everyday?
    Come follow me down East 99, down East 99

    [Flesh]
    Nowadays, make me go to pack a pump
    When I'm tryin' to stay thuggin it
    In the way, playa haters see me, get a grudge
    What's on they mind?
    Nigga, that's sluggin' it
    Got a feelin' to swang, hang, bang
    Had a bullet headed to the top, drop
    And the playa haters same old, Mo Thug, Bone
    Nigga roll, strut these nuts, get a pap
    Tossed in the Cuyahoga River slain
    Test the Fifth Dawg
    Slip the clip in, rollin' on
    Yellin' off murda mo
    Better jump in the ?,
    Now we're (looted thugs, smug) here I go
    Let's serve them hoes
    It's on, niggas sick of this hater-ism
    How my gat gonna try to keep comin'
    Ain't it hard dealin', slangin' dope
    Fill the block with the niggas here to run off the Bone
    Well, here we go with the untouched feelin' rythym
    Hoes feelin' a nigga to put in their eardrum
    Every now and then fall into ?
    Stand the post when the Bone ?
    Runnin' through the one under the top lock
    Gotta creep how we hoop
    And shot the rock through the bomb-ass house party jumpin'
    Look in the hood, last stop, and we won't stop
    One got dropped, oh why deadly, oh so deadly
    Throwin' these thangs in a Gang of people mine
    Runnin' up on me, it'll be dreadful
    Flesh come to be the boss with pride, no time

    [Layzie]
    You got the clout
    You got the clout
    So much clout, Mo Thug is what it's all about
    And I'm livin' in a nation of abomination
    Suppress the playa hatin' on a mission 'til the million see me
    Sucka situation, should I be personally waitin' for
    These party poopin' fakin' muthafuckas mistakin'?
    Play me like I'm loose, when ya need to get your shit right
    'Cause I got my shit tight
    Fuckin' with a nigga a thousand proof
    And I'm raisin' the roof when I'm startin' this fistfight
    Set it off, that's me, O
    T-H-U-G, original thug
    From the C-town, outlaw squad
    You niggas can't touch me with a ten-foot rod (rod)
    'Cause I'm rollin' with God
    Peace be still, peace be still, make a move
    And I'll have to hurt ya, dog
    If I got the time, then I'm a repent that
    The devil wanna make me murda
    Layzie, Layzie, lately my mind be goin' crazy
    Save your soul
    Oh, what can I do?
    Tell me, what can I do?
    Got me holdin' my gun with persistence
    Show these judgin' niggas no resistance
    I'm a hit you with a beam at a distance
    In a instance, this shit is gonna change, and I'm in this

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    [F] Why we gotta deal with the haters everyday?
    [K] Time after time after time
    [F] Lord, why we gotta deal with the haters everyday?
    [K] Why must I got the glock nine?
    [Fl] Why we gotta deal with these haters everyday?
    [K] Time after time after time, time after time
    [F] Lord, why we gotta deal with these haters everyday?
    Come follow me down East 99, down East 99

    [Krayzie]
    Nigga, gon' get pap pap and put in a coffin
    Now, why must we playa hate?
    'Cause a nigga crept on a come up
    And brought all my niggas with us from day one they roll
    Ya know, what a nigga wanna test me for?
    Bless me soul, ? all, and that's for the jealous bustas
    Who said that Eazywould fuck us
    Everytime I pull up on the block
    To smoke with my partners outta Red Dog
    You got me some? Got some
    Niggas is trippin' on your niggas spendin' cash, money
    For the five-double-o-Benz's
    And I'll bet that they schemin' to rob me
    They plot me that 187
    They got me all fucked up, fucked up
    Krayzie be pinnin' when niggas be trippin' they down with us
    Act like it, the money, the fame
    And the weed and the drink
    Nigga, let's sweat they thang
    My thugstas spit ya game
    Buck 'em all down with the fo'-fo' blows
    They're so far away, kill em all, kill em all
    Well, if I could teach the world to be (to be)
    A muthafuckin' thug in perfect harmony
    Harmony, harmony, harmony
    In state to state, in state to state -
    Everywhere they playa hate, they playa hate
    Buck 'em, buck 'em, buck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em

    [F] Why we gotta deal with the haters everyday?
    [K] Time after time after time
    [F] Lord, why we gotta deal with the haters everyday?
    [K] Why must I got the glock nine?
    [Fl] Why we gotta deal with these haters everyday?
    [K] Time after time after time, time after time
    [F] Lord, why we gotta deal with these haters everyday?
    Come follow me down East 99, down East 99

    [Flesh]
    Take a look in the trunk
    We got what all you need on the double nine
    Better go with your heaters
    Got killas to meet you, greet you
    Y'all come creepin' through the cut
    See the Bone, now me stick a lick up
    Come up good when they stick you, waitin' for the day ?
    So you done got me flippin' on coppers at all
    Got a nigga frustrated
    I hate it, got me aggravated, trip to Hell
    And it's murda, my Lord
    Tossed in the coffin for fuckin' with the Fifth
    It ain't easy, seein' 'em wig-split up on the curb
    Pump my humps on 225, when I kick the rhyme
    That's five points on the Richter scale and a hell-a herb
    If Flesh overheard you was hatin', talkin' not to my face
    Better hope, pray, for me ready, I pick up place, spray the AK
    Everyday be the same on a level, too, shovels graves
    In the sight of a psychopath, TEC and lead 'em all dead
    Than a mobsta Johnny Gotti with a tommy, try to gun
    Then I blast, haul ass, kick up dust
    Gonna rush when I bust had to get a little trigger happy
    And I got a lot of my daddy in me
    Got the genes of a soldier that man me, get it out
    Ask me, and I'll be gladly to let ya know what it is, the deal
    That's if you can handle it without turnin' playa hater
    Later, so keep it real
    Muthafuckas, that's on the real

    [F] Why we gotta deal with the haters everyday?
    [K] Time after time after time
    [F] Lord, why we gotta deal with the haters everyday?
    [K] Why must I got the glock nine?
    [Fl] Why we gotta deal with these haters everyday?
    [K] Time after time after time, time after time
    [F] Lord, why we gotta deal with these haters everyday?

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