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    "Why You Wanna Hate For" Lyrics

    Memphis Bleek

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    [Memphis Bleek]
    Get your ones, get your guns
    Muthafucker it's on
    New millenium, and what?
    Bleek re-born
    All the haters eat a dick
    Who I'm riding with bitch
    You know the game and the name
    I ain't change for shit
    I toke cuatro cinco, when uno says
    Keep uno in the head, you wouldn't fuck with this
    My guns German, bullets burning
    Where them bricks I'm searching
    I need the money urgent
    And I'm rushing, you slowing me down, ain't no holding me now
    I'm out the gate, on the throne and I'm holding it down
    All my niggas on the run, you's to eat for a reason
    Fuck around and holla wrong, me and NORE come in squeezing
    And these streets is mine, M-E-M-P-H, I got style
    I make it look good being wild
    With da game I got, anything I got
    I hate everything in site, whether aiming or not

    [Hook (X2)]
    Yo, what you niggas wanna hate for?
    Why you niggas all running outta state for?
    You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for
    Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha?

    What, what, I do this shit for the streets
    Just left Iraq, bout to meet with Bleek
    Aiyo, and we both got weed in tons
    When me and MemphMan, smoke the call us lazer lungs!
    Thugged Out, Roc-a-Fella, big bank acounts
    On the sky-tel with big type, and bring the ounce
    Clip on niggas, niggas just be seeing me cussing
    How you dig up with my style, the way I be rushing
    Just to style you head in
    You drove to a dead end
    So what you gon' do now, once I but lead in
    I say what, what, now y'all say what, what
    I say, that I'm a thug, now y'all wanna be thugs
    And I admit that I'ma hustler just hustling drugs
    Yet I do this shit because crime pays
    I'lI rock a cescear and doo rag
    And I don't got waves
    (don't got waves, don't got waves, don't got waves)

    [Hook (X2)]

    [Memphis Bleek]
    Yo,yo,yo, niggas wanna turn states
    Just hand me the eight
    Have a crib in Iraq, for the Memph escape
    Where the D's won't find me
    Trees is lime green
    Hoes give head just to ride and watch springs
    Niggas gon' hate, 'cause we trying to get rich
    My steak got A1, I can taste the chips
    Give them facial hits, from the chrome thou flip
    With the serious scratch, get them pinacles back
    You can take some nigga, you wouldn't take some of these
    My bullets heat up and burn, nigga, feel my sting
    For the 9 double 9, these streets is Bleek
    All my niggas on the run just got to eat

    [Hook (X2)]
    This song was submitted on December 24th, 2009 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Christopher G. Kellam, James Heard, Joseph Lamon Brim, Malik Cox, Malik Deshawn Cox, Victor Santiago.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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