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lil jule - do i hate ya كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]
sometimes its like a mother f_ckin habit
i sn_tch your sh_t and tell you quickly “sorry, silly rabbit”
cause [?] like taking candy from a baby
and will i k!ll you, sh_t there ain’t no ifs and buts or maybes
see ain’t no second guessing cause my mind is like a train
im [?] hollow points inside your mother f_ckin brain
no witnesses, my business means the cops will have no chase
and if i beat the pigs that mean the judge will have no case
im grabbing my f_ckin pump, i bet you guessed what happened next
its hard to hold your breath when a sawed_off is at your chest
but why did i pull my trigger, i really dont know i guess im psycho
im dropping off bombs so big they call yo house a baby waco
i used to slang the rocks and stay a victim of the knots
say f_ck and pull my glock and put them crackers in a wooden box
bout the f_ckin [?] till i die
my mama told me “boy you live in h_ll, just take the suicide”
guess i got to die because im having what i want
my sh_t is up to date, the year, the day, the f_ckin month
a n_gga colorblind, cuz when i go im gonna get mine
and when i pull my nine, drop your jaws, you b_tches know the time
dont take this sh_t so personal cause i really dont hate ya
blame on your f_ckin creator, its in my mother f_ckin nature
lil jule on this track, kicking sh_t with my glock c_cked back
wrapping up out these busta b_tches stabbin playas in they back
cross_out trick, make me sick, all you busters suck my d_ck
catch you riding clean, i’ma jack you for your f_ckin sh_t
slipping on my mask, get my gun now watch this stain
i’ma catch that busta slipping in his chevy at the skating rink
d_mn who rollin clean, im rollin clean and not that cross_out b_tch
[?]
[?] with that glock, watch him pop, he dont [?] no cop
ballin down richmond, on the [?] with this nina c_cked
cuzzo got that trey_80, ab let me blast that hoe
lil mane got that nina and you know he’s coming off the [?]
[?] ak auto_matic to your mother f_ckin dome, test my chrome
all day long, lil boy you done [?]
[?] on my side [?] one more homicide
test my nature, read the paper, its in my mother f_ckin nature

[hook]
do i hate ya, do i hate ya?
its my nature, its my nature
do i hate ya, do i hate ya?
its my nature, its my nature
ri_ric is in my blood, r_ric is in my blood
do i hate ya? do i hate ya?
do i hate ya? do_ i_ do i hate ya?
do i hate ya?
its my nature, its my nature
do i hate ya? do i hate ya?
its my nature, its my nature
ri_ric is in my blood, r_ric is in my blood
its my nature, its my nature
[verse 2]
i growed up in the city called the bottom
and trying to reach the top is the reason why i shot him
some people dont understand the true plan of a ghetto man
you b_tches [?] seen the rage and the gaze thats inside my head
a player must be strong and beyond just to live long
no b_tches i be in love, no my n_gga they get pimped on
see in the small town with the yards and the fences
we making easy money pimpin hoes and [?] memphis
but really dont explain why i do the sh_t i do
id rather blast a b_tch than to tell a n_gga f_ck you
they tell me talk is cheap so i let them b_tches know
its costing you ya life when you f_ckin with a psycho
no pity on a n_gga cause we take this sh_t for granted
no time to f_ckin panic its your heart sn_tching bandit
a n_gga from the bottom is a pimp or a robber
but a n_gga like the [?] was lost, found and forgotten
see im a born k!ller my momma died on the table
i still bury b_tches and its 20 years later
read your f_ckin paper
its in my mother f_ckin nature

coming out smooth as h_ll for this final f_ckin verse
shot that busta trick ass n_gga put him in a f_ckin he_rs_
n_ggas think ima hoe cuz i ain’t with that bull sh_t
run across that ric you get your f_ckin wig split
rollin thru the ric, checkin on my crack sales
one of my n_ggas say my sh_t is boomin so f_ckin well
im happy as a f_ggot with a bag full of d_cks
i got my nina c_cked, in case these b_tches pull some tricks
im ballin kinda heavy cuz i heard they was after me
buckin all these busta b_tches, police ass n_ggas can’t capture me
get in to my [?] look at [?] i see some heads
i got a funny feeling its the mother f_ckin feds
i jumped back in the chevy but its still too late
cuz that police b_tch put that chrome to my mother f_ckin face
im booked down, im locked down
n0body can escape me
its in my mother f_ckin nature

- lil jule

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