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11-5 – hate to see me have shit lyrics


n-gga i’m from the projects
now pack my tech
and i demand respect
you plan a place and get checked
and i’ll make your t-shirt wet
see i’m that fresh-up-out-the-sco’ n-gga
a pro n-gga
what you mean that’s all you got?
get your -ss on the flo’ n-gga!
move faster if you have ta
and if you ain’t got what i’m afta
m-th- f-cka i’mma gat ya
gimme the combo before i go joe blow
i’m robbin’ n-ggas for they dough
then hit the cuts and lay low
i’ll spray your whole block up
and everybody’s gettin’ popped up
n0body got up
because you b-tches all got shot up
lock up my nina, f-ckin’ subpoena’d
i’m not goin’ back to jail
i’m blastin’ n-ggas to h-ll
and if i fail then i’m all in
but at least wit a piece
i can release when i’m a star b-tch
cuz i’m a northern cali k!lla
stack steala, cap peela
i got dealers stackin’ skrilla from jackin’ n-ggas

chorus: x2 [hennessy]
n-ggas rather see me blasted
or laid dead in the casket
they see me laughin’
but i ain’t havin’ it
the gas pedal i be mashin’
to escape the -ss-ssin
cuz m-th- f-ckas hate to see me have sh-t

it’s time to smash the gas pedal
openin’ off 4-4 barrels
wit my strap in my lap
cuz these m-th- f-ckas jealous
cuz i drinkin’ brews
wit my man dressed in blue
top notches on my jock
tryin’ to choose cuz i make it move
that’s why i’m 4 deep
drunk off the olde e
and if you got beef
it’s haymakers to the gold t–th
these scandalous -ss b-tches
is just as bad as these n-ggas
and n-ggas could get riches
so that these b-tches could roll in benz’s
my business on the hump, on the down low like r
wit my windows smoke tinted
so you can’t see up in my car
callin’ shots on n-ggas life’s
like i’m jesus christ and uh
thou shall not grind without kickin’ in mine
cuz time after time they’re back
game scattered like roaches
they be victims of my sickness
cuz i’m vicious when it’s loaded
i’m the n-gga, b-tch!
and best believe there’s no mistakin’
cuz these other n-ggas fakin’
like they’re makin’ what i’m makin’ n-gga

[hook] x2

sort of like a psycho
f-ck no, a lunatic
i’m ready to do some dirt
because i’m deep up in that bullsh-t, wit 45
different ways to express
these eleven hollow points
into yo m-th- f-ckin’ chest
who wanna test
that criminal minded n-gga bustin’ like a savage
all for the love of the cabbage
when i see it, i got to have it
f-ck a ho, and milk a b-tch
that be the way
cuz they hate to see me lavish
makin’ money, gettin’ paid on the regular
no hesitations from a k!lla, reala
cuz a n-gga, illa for the skrilla
peel yo cap back
and creep like a m-th- f-ckin’ menace
and witness as i jack and bounce wit the quickness
stack the money in the safe
rendezvous wit the cl!ck
then commence to makin’ mail
i’m the m-th- f-ckin’ sh-t
(so drastic)
and keep away from n-ggas who be blastin’
and hatin’ on a n-gga
cuz they hate to see me have sh-t

[hook] x2