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t-rock & mr. sche - cant hide the hate lyrics

[chorus: mr. sche]
these motherf_cking n_ggas can’t hide the hate
that’s why i keep my frenemies miles away
these motherf_cking n_ggas can’t hide the hate
that’s why i keep a fat dome ‘round my waist
these motherf_cking n_ggas can’t hide the hate
that’s why i keep my frienemies miles away
these motherf_cking n_ggas can’t hide the hate
that’s why i keep a fat dome ‘’round my waist
‘round my waist, look

[verse 1: mr. sche]
i’m a mixed n_gga, so you know i’m gutter (yeah)
daddy locked up, single mother
had the hardest timе tryna reach you brother
joined thе game, wasn’t nothin’ but trouble (what’s up?)
at a younger age, i was gettin’ paid (yeah)
fifteen, i was gettin’ lad (yeah)
seventeen, i was stealin’ cars
at nineteen, don’t work [so straight?]
so, best believe i had a hard time
tryin’ to hustle, tryin’ to grind (okay)
realized i was [gleamin’?] maggot, now it’s time for a pimp to shine
there was a lot of n_ggas tryna k!ll me (yeah)
but they couldn’t stop a real g (nah)
so a gangster say solo, no fingers to point to say “k!ll me” (f_ck nah!)
‘cause n_ggas snitch when they get scared (yah)
n_ggas scared of that jail bed
mister sche, f_ck the law, several times in folk red
my own n_ggas wanna see me fall (d_mn)
hatin’ me, so f_ck y’all
all of the real’s still m.v.p on the court playin’ ball (yeah)
standin’ tall, pickin’ hands
keepin’ b_tches in a trance (choke up)
big pimpin’ across the land
they bring that money in rubber bands (yeah)
i’m mister sche, eastwood (yeah)
still smokin’ that goodie good (let’s go)
still respected in the hood
i’m a bad guy doin’ good
[chorus: mr. sche]
these motherf_cking n_ggas can’t hide the hate
that’s why i keep my frenemies miles away
these motherf_cking n_ggas can’t hide the hate
that’s why i keep a fat dome ‘round my waist
these motherf_cking n_ggas can’t hide the hate
that’s why i keep my frienemies miles away
these motherf_cking n_ggas can’t hide the hate
that’s why i keep a fat dome ‘’round my waist
‘round my waist, look

[verse 2: t_rock]
i’ve been cheated on and lied to and hated on
that’s the reason i’m pimpin’ (yeah!)
ye ain’t need this love when you broke as them
but hate hard ass h_ll when you winnin’ (yeah)
they don’t set goals like we do (nah)
they attitude is straight see_thru
they can’t hide the hate and that’s why i’m blastin’
leave ‘em in, i see you
i done showed love and got spit on
just ‘cause i’m the sh_t, i got sh_t on
by the ones i love who wanted my spot
still don’t know what i did wrong (d_mn)
that hatin’ spirit ain’t helpin’ n_ggas who keep that and don’t live long (yeah)
they covet all the treasure that i possess and the throne that i sit on
if you don’t grind for yourself
then i’m still passin’ you, i can’t suffer with ya (ayy)
n_ggas could have a bi’ness but they too busy talkin’ ‘bout lovin’ n_ggas
you quit your job and upset you’re broke
and that’s why real n_ggas ain’t f_ckin’ with ya (ayy)
soft ass punks [?] full mad ’cause you got no hustle in ya
when you see me gooned up and them guns blast, be duckin’ n_gga
we shoot first and take no prisoners, b_tch, it’s all or nothin’ n_gga
we still ridin’ outrageous (hey)
with big guns around our waists’
i can smell the hate a mile away, beyond the smilin’ faces
ya heard me?
[chorus: mr. sche]
these motherf_cking n_ggas can’t hide the hate
that’s why i keep my frenemies miles away
these motherf_cking n_ggas can’t hide the hate
that’s why i keep a fat dome ‘round my waist
these motherf_cking n_ggas can’t hide the hate
that’s why i keep my frienemies miles away
these motherf_cking n_ggas can’t hide the hate
that’s why i keep a fat dome ‘’round my waist
‘round my waist, look

[instrumental]

- t rock mr sche

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