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mike jones - hate blood lyrics

(feat. freeway, jadakiss)

[jermaine dupri (freeway)]
what?
y’all got hate in your blood
(this is f-cked up)
y’all got hate in your blood
(this is f-cked up man)
y’all got hate in your blood

[jermaine dupri]
listen
i know y’all n-gg-s want me
i hear y’all n-gg-s plottin’
i see y’all n-gg-s lookin’
but i ain’t stoppin’, i’m gone, in something fast
through the city with no top
that reach 220 on the dash, i’m so hot
in everybody’s hood with other n-gg-s’ hoes
i’m throwin’ paper at them b-tches
screamin’ so so
now every spot i hit
i’m hearing different sh-t
about homies that want me that weren’t with me when i started this
it’s f-cked up but i
but i can’t let these n-gg-s blurry my vision
on where i’m going and how i’m living, ya know?
i got a daughter now, young age three
if her daddy don’t shine, then my shorty won’t eat
feel me?
do i floss? yes!
sometimes i hit the block so d-mn hard i start hatin’ my self
it’s bad, i feel your pain dawg
but the only thing i’m about to change is the game motherf-cker!

[1 – freeway (jd)]
if you’re sick of seeing n-gg-s pop cris
and talkin’ bout stacking chips
you know what?!
(you got hate in your blood)
sick of seeing bentley’s
and hearing n-gg-s talk about sittin’ on dubs
(you got hate in your blood)
if you’re sick of seeing artists
and hearing artists
you know what!
(you got hate in your blood)
listen i know you n-gg-s want me
i hear you n-gg-s plottin’
i see you n-gg-s lookin’
but i ain’t stoppin, it’s on

[jadakiss]
papi had raw, then i bought him out
you know me, f-ck n-gg-s
kill ’em all, let god sort ’em out
rapid fire got my hands shakin’
and everybody hate dyin’
but most n-gg-s die hatin’
while y’all run to the bank
i run to the brink
a real thug keep the tommy gun under the mink
i got a gl-ss kitchen
you can see what’s under my sink
and i do sh-t just to do it
too much money to think
so you can hate all you want
i’mma still be ‘kiss
dirty, a lot of paper, filthy rich
jd’s the architect, he built these hits
ruff ryder’s, so so def, feel this sh-t
and you can tell any one of your boys
you might find ’em in a hood near you and any one of his toys
cause i know you got hate in your blood
still dump eight in your mug
so c-ck sucker take it and love, uh

[repeat 1]

[jermaine dupri]
somebody tell me why man
somebody tell me why
do n-gg-s just hate, hate, hate the way they do man
let me explain something to y’all about me man
why y’all think i was the first rap n-gg- on mtv cribs?
cause i’m a young, fly, flashy motherf-cker
y’all think i’mma stop, f-ck naw
i’mma keep ridin’ down the block with my hat bent
in the black bent, with them dubs on that sh-t
we gon’ still be in the club poppin’ cristal
pourin’ belvidere on b-tches
we don’t give a f-ck man
a matter of fact i wish i could smack the sh-t
out of one y’all n-gg-s right now with some money
but you know what i’m saying
cause y’all n-gg-s just hate, hate, hate
well y’all gonna have to just keep hatin’ motherf-ckers

[repeat 1 (2x)]

b-tch!

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