Hatin' Me

Z-Ro

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    (*talking*)
    Say Q, man feel this here, I don't know why
    These motherfuckers be hating us the way they do
    Every motherfucking day, all motherfucking day long
    Nigga can't get no motherfucking rest, that's why
    I drink and smoke so motherfucking much
    You feel me, get off my dick

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    Why you be hating me
    Day and night, baby
    Mad at me, cause I don't buy
    The dreams that you selling lately

    [Z-Ro]
    I needed to get up off my rump, and stack something
    I was tired of walking around, ready to plack something
    Big heads, screwdrivers, spark plugs to break the glass
    Hold my bases of selling dope, anything to get that cash
    I was getting grown faster, than average niggas
    Bills and mouths to feed, I needed cabbage nigga
    Did a little rapping on the side, but I was full time grind
    Till they ran up and 50 one eleven, and shut it down
    When I got out, I wanted to get some work and do it over
    Instead I picked up a pen, and got to jotting in a folder
    Niggas was bobbing they head, bitches was bobbing they head
    The first time in my life, I didn't worry bout no feds
    But I wasn't out the woods yet, round shife too
    Niggas be killing eachother over lime light fool
    Ain't with it fuck a million, I just want what I earn
    But they don't like it when I holler KMJ because it burn

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    [Chorus]

    [Z-Ro]
    If you wanna jam, you can grab a hold of my funk
    But if you plan to take me off of my game, like I'm a chump
    I won't punk about it, I'ma do my thang
    Dumping on niggas from the turning lane
    But it's burning man, cause that's how it go down
    Niggas be trying to get you, when you live in H-Town
    And you throwed, in the game
    Wanna get you for your mouthpiece or your name
    Have you giving up hits, having no change
    Having more overdue bills, no strings
    Not me, no more, it's a new day
    I'm in a new ride, and it's looking too gray
    Remember if you sew it, it'll read right back
    So when you treat a nigga wrong, the heavens'll handle that

    [Chorus]

    [Z-Ro]
    Got a name for myself now, selling them tapes
    I still be traveling I-10, but I ain't selling no weight
    No more, blue over gray four do', in and out the lanes
    Steady keeping my melodies, running in and out your brain
    But I need my money, cause ain't no working for free
    If it ain't twenty-five hundred, no appearances from the Z
    Man, got to get my feet man, got to be treated fair
    Trying to put me on a back burner, I'm out of there
    A veteran to the game, you can't do me like no hoe
    When my crib got flooded, you didn't help me you let me float
    Now you wanna exercise your contractual right
    But if you fuck me the first time, there ain't gon be a twice
    Recognize ain't no hate in my heart, cause I'm a guard
    I don't hate nobody, just hate it when times get hard
    In my new situation, I'm having rich-nigga troubles
    Without the switch, I'd have in a ditch-nigga troubles

    [Chorus]

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