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point blank - who that hatin' lyrics

[verse 1: point blank]
kaboom! look who stepped in the room
you know i’m bl–dy than a gunshot wound
you don’t like the animals then get the f-ck out the zoo
what godd-mn girl, yeah i see the tattoo
just do what you do, and i’ma do me
f-ck the dumb sh-t, i got the whole world to see
i’m trying to fly the friendly skies, sail the seas
lay my eyes on something that i seldom see
jump in the game head first blazed these streets
whatever i got to do to plant my feet
cause point blank the bull is hard as h-ll
battle anybody i don’t care you tell
boy i got the big weight, put it on the scale
i’m giving it away, share it with your gal
you know how the story go i come from the bottom
sn-tch the game up by the neck, now i got em
who shot em, i saw it, but i can’t tell it
drop the hot sh-t act like they can’t smell it
i ain’t buying what your selling
what the f-ck i’m supposed to do?
believe everything a mother f-cker tell me
these streets getting scary and scary
no matter what happen
i’m a always be reggie, i’m a always be c-cked and ready
always in the game, heavy heavy heavy, sh-t

[chorus: z-ro] (x4)
who that hatin’ on the southside
blau
n-body now
[verse 2: z-ro]
who is it? opportunity knocking at your door
strong arming the industry, opposition get figure-4’ed
i don’t give a f-ck about nary one of these n-gg-s
i’ll catch a case behind every one of these n-gg-s
i’m a gangsta, but a n-gg- don’t be flagging
undercover plugging motherf-ckers z-ro be bodybagging
no n-gg- no b-tch get love from ro
nothing available but mean mugs and slugs from ro
f-ck your life, and everything that comes with it
mo city don murder your existence
wife daughter and son with it
and if i don’t get acquitted
who the grim reaper gon’ visit
trae gon’ take an axe to your family tree and split it
screaming timber
sh-t will happen january through december
we them n-gg-s
n-gg-s be watching they mouth around remember
my motherf-cking name z-ro the crooked is pain
f-ck with me and you might never breathe again
i’m the mercenary messiah my ministries mingle in the mind
till them n-gg-s try to finish me but barely blow my high
monday through sunday you only get one ro
i refuse to switcheroo just to accomodate a hoe
i was sprung on that pearl tongue once in my life
but now ain’t nothing important to me but purple and a sprite
and i’ma always be the crooked
z-ro the mo city don
until i die with blood money in my palm

[chorus: z-ro] (x4)
who that hatin’ on the southside
blau
n-body now

[verse 3: big hawk]
its b-i-g hawk of the s-u-c
screw bet me, been screwed up since ’93
i’m armed and ready, also i’m armed and deadly
10 years in this sh-t so i’m heavy, heavy
64 chevy, drop my b-tch on its belly
southside lunatic but i don’t run with nelly
ace of spades, that means i’m not afraid
not easy to persuade when i pull my blade
i’ll untie your braids and turn them into waves
handmade hand grenades when i do that man
this ain’t no m-st-rb-t- when i c-ck and aim
point blank range, bullet holes in ya brain
knee deep in this game, and that’s a fact
i’m grinding for pat, so there ain’t no turning back
fat dro sacks artillerys 9’s and racks
and for that stack, i won’t cut a n-gg- no slack

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