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(hook 2x) HATERSSSSSSSSSS! hatin cause my 20's be..choppin! choppin! hatin cause these hoes be..jockin! jockin! try me and my glock'll be..cockin! poppin! (Kalage) Why you wannaaaaaaaaaa playa hate on meeeeeee?? Is it the big truck sittin' up on Mike Jordans...thats 23's with the big ole owl, dual heads roaring Or is it the Caprice sittin' Emmitt Smiths...thats 22's on the Impala on 20 inches Mo' wood in it than old Abe Lincoln's cabin and with mo' glass in it, than in your cabinets Or is it the way we come down watchin' XXX white sex from the ceilin', visors, and headrests Or is it the ?? chain, the gucci hat, the gucci Air Jordan retros to match Even though I step on the scene, so fresh and so clean nice tek'n wit' me, I still got my weapon wit' me strapped wit' a tek in my jeans ready to squeeze, cause I know you haters get tempted to wear my neck-a-lace. (hook 2x) (Trick Daddy) Now just imagine if there wasnt no real niggas no hustlas, thugstas, mobstas, and field niggas On the treal, T double D, I still keep it real I love the streets that you fuck niggas named Haterville Lied on me, said I was a murderer, said I used to serve you work


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