Memphis Bleek - Why You Wanna Hate For Lyrics
[memphis bleek]Get your ones, get your gunsMutha*****er its onNew millenium, and what?Bleek re-bornAll the haters eat a dickWho Im riding with *****You know the game and the nameI aint change for shitI toke cuatro cinco, when uno saysKeep uno in the head, you wouldnt ***** with thisMy guns german, bullets burningWhere them bricks Im searchingI need the money urgentAnd Im rushing, you slowing me down, aint no holding me nowIm out the gate, on the throne and Im holding it downAll my niggas on the run, yous to eat for a reason***** around and holla wrong, me and nore come in squeezingAnd these streets is mine, m-e-m-p-h, I got styleI make it look good being wildWith da game I got, anything I gotI hate everything in site, whether aiming or notHook (x2)[noreaga]Yo, what you niggas wanna hate for?Why you niggas all running outta state for?You aint thugs and you niggas cant take forNow you snitchin why yall wanna turn states for, ha?[noreaga]What, what, I do this shit for the streetsJust left iraq, bout to meet with bleekAiyo, and we both got weed in tonsWhen me and memphman, smoke the call us lazer lungs!Thugged out, roc-a-fella, big bank acountsOn the sky-tel with big type, and bring the ounceClip on niggas, niggas just be seeing me cussingHow you dig up with my style, the way I be rushingJust to style you head inYou drove to a dead endSo what you gon do now, once I but lead inI say what, what, now yall say what, whatI say, that Im a thug, now yall wanna be thugsAnd I admit that ima hustler just hustling drugsYet I do this shit because crime paysIli rock a cescear and doo ragAnd I dont got waves(dont got waves, dont got waves, dont got waves)Hook (x2)[memphis bleek]Yo,yo,yo, niggas wanna turn statesJust hand me the eightHave a crib in iraq, for the memph escapeWhere the ds wont find meTrees is lime greenHoes give head just to ride and watch springsNiggas gon hate, cause we trying to get richMy steak got a1, I can taste the chipsGive them facial hits, from the chrome thou flipWith the serious scratch, get them pinacles backYou can take some nigga, you wouldnt take some of theseMy bullets heat up and burn, nigga, feel my stingFor the 9 double 9, these streets is bleekAll my niggas on the run just got to eatHook (x2)
