Hate On Me (feat. Priest "Soopafly" Brooks & Damani) - Kurupt, Warren G & Daz Dillinger

Why you wanna hate on me I'm just out her in these streets Why you wanna hate on me I got a family to i'm just trying eat Why you wanna hate me We all got a struggle, you just blinded by the hate Why you wanna hate on me It's plenty of money, you just gotta make ya plate I'm in the same boat, you hating on the wrong man All I had was my momma, never had a helping hand Northend raise me, ogs made me Showed me how tote a gun, showed me how 2 be a man Never had a father figure, had to get it from the streets Kill or be killed, that was the code in the streets It's cold in the D, at 15 I had my heat With no hesitation, I put a nigga 6 feet Everybody getting money, while im just struggling Had to stay humble, while everybody bubbling 18 I got shot, my thigh was so hot Can't believe all my sins got me pop I Looked up in the sky and ask God for a change If you want to make it out, then you gotta switch lanes Never knew doing good, can cause so much pain All my hood niggas ain't look at me the same I was so lost, thinking why I'm living for Suicide thoughts, I don't wanna live no more A blessing in disguise, damn I got a baby girl Never ask why, on God, I'mma show the world Yea I'm getting money, but you'll don't see the other side My brother got shot, ain't to many homies down 2 ride If you get shot, best believe I'm the first to slide Scary ass niggas, when its pressure you gone run and hide You ain't never know, 4 years I been homeless right Sleeping in my car, gun close, and i grip tight Fighting all my demons, ask the lord can shed some light Keep my kids smiling, they will never see a struggle life Why you wanna hate on me I'm just out her in these streets Why you wanna hate on me I got a family to i'm just trying eat Why you wanna hate me We all got a struggle, you just blinded by the hate Why you wanna hate on me It's plenty of money, you just gotta make ya plate I miss birthdays, cuz I'm striving for a better life My pride, want let a bitch nigga play me twice You miss the money stacking, before I got the ice You hang around fuck niggas, so they rob you twice I looked up to yall, but now I got the spot light No heat up in the house, don't tell me bout no cold night I'm my own man, don't tell me who I look like Black man living, every day I gotta fight It cost to be a boss, that's why I'm a king homie Raised in the slums, my goals just a little bigger The streets made me heartless, ain't scared to pull the trigger No matter if you rich, you still labeled as a nigga College days, going back and forth on the bus It was days, I was feeling like giving up Winter nights, got rob getting off the bus I'm broke to, motherfucker I ain't got much You don't know half the shit, that I had to go through Got it on my own, so I never had to owe you I'm trying to make it to, I ain't never been rich I was ace in the hood, I ain't never been mitch Bitch, I was just waiting for the come up Sleepless nights, I was writing to sun up In that booth, I couldn't wait to go the fuck off You see me now, I'm a motherfucking show off I went from loon, now world call me King Tel Look me in my eyes, can't tell me I ain't seen hell All my life, I was told I was going fail I do it for my daughters, so please God, dont let me fail Why you wanna hate on me I'm just out her in these streets Why you wanna hate on me I got a family to i'm just trying eat Why you wanna hate me We all got a struggle, you just blinded by the hate Why you wanna hate on me It's plenty of money, you just gotta make ya plate

Oh I don't know what's wrong But I know somethin' I'm doin' just ain't right Told my niggas, "Be patient, just hang tight" Head up through them hard times, this come with the gang life I really had to work for the shit I want Had to grind for the shit I need I done made it out them trenches, don't know why they hate on me, yeah I don't know why they hate on me Police hit my house, yeah, they did that raid on me They was tryna catch me slippin' with that thing on me (ha) They should've known it was in that safe, homie Poker face, you know I got that spade on me (poker face) You niggas be buggin', I got that Raid on me Paranoid touchin', they might change on me But all the goons, that's how I deal with the fame, homie, yeah homie I don't know why you like fuckin' up my high, I I sent a kilo back to back just to get by, I I feel these niggas hatin' on me, slime Tell Lil Gotit pull up right the fuck now Big steaks when we eatin', child She suck a dick and then she bow Got me like, wow, wow Stream numbers keep on goin' up, could've fell God on my side, I know He here to stay But nowadays, I gotta keep my pistol anyway I don't know what's wrong But I know somethin' I'm doin' just ain't right Told my niggas, "Be patient, just hang tight" Head up through them hard times, this come with the gang life I really had to work for the shit I want (work for the shit I want) Had to grind for the shit I need (had to grind for the shit I need) I done made it out them trenches, don't know why they hate on me, yeah Gotta ride solo I ride bulletproof, I ride low pro' If I ain't strapped up, it's a no-go Outside peanut butter, inside coco (uh-oh) My day ones ain't day ones no more I gotta keep my distance for sure I can't trust a motherfuckin' soul I'm ten toes down in my sole If he ridin', then we ridin' and we with it My day one, please don't change, stay committed Just give me some time and it's gon' make sense my nigga 'Cause I wanna trust you 'Cause I love you 'Cause I'll be first one to shoot You tried to play me, though, now it's fuck you I don't know what's wrong But I know somethin' I'm doin' just ain't right Told my niggas, "Be patient, just hang tight" Head up through them hard times, this come with the gang life I really had to work for the shit I want (work for the shit I want) Had to grind for the shit I need (had to grind for the shit I need) I done made it out them trenches, don't know why they hate on me, yeah

Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash Double up the dough, double my money Let it can boil and bubble, get a grip ain't nothin funny You can't survive, off no conversation wit words Betta get up off yo ass nigga, go flip some birds Hand me my cash, nobody moves and nobody get blast My first words are my last I got a platoon, mask, and armor suits First infiltry of riders on a global pursuit Parachute and jump, held high on a stump Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the hunt The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers Automatics rang out, you left dead nigga wit yo brains out Walk back to the porch, wit some salt to wash the stains out Murders my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and robbery Wow daz a safari, in a p??? Pay the cops off as I peel out and jet It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up with tecks Nigga we bury you alive in cement, that's what we meant Now when the nine goes click, yo ass wasn't shit Get out your war tactics, get at you get the job done One gun you hung, seven bullets in your lungs Struggle with heron and I'll tell you apart Through my veins and through my heart That's when the drama will start Nigga gimme what you got, let off some more shots Run through what you got, destroy yo block Got a dealings ever ever was your spot When the nine goes pop, that's when yo homeboys drop The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers I seen it befo' 44's explode Nigga's fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo' The hoes like, do what the fuck ever a nigga say It's like this everyday on the streets of L.A Gotta a lumberjack the size of a tank I'm a hammerhead with a hammer the size of a tank Every heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us The gangsta gang muthafucka, its on dawn to dust Well nigga wonder what we doing, it ain't really nothing to us Plus you ain't nothin' to us, you can't do nothing to us (noooo) I represented and presented the bloodbath Feel the wrath, we get what you had you get stabbed We grab for the oppurtunities that'll soon to be a chance At the eulogy, I knew you be dead, while in prison Making critical decisions, to the brain to his neck Goes 27 inches for tellin' the snitches The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers

(Daz) It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop, can't quit, 'cause we on da grind (Daz) (Kurupt) Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block) Straight up D-A-Z, K-U-R-U-P-T Doin' it like usual, you know what I'm sayin'? You can't stop You can't rewind the time You can't think about the past So look forward to life And keep on the missionin' on the grind fo' yours (Hook - 2x: Daz) We can't stop, can't rewind the time Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes On everything homeboy that I'm down for mine Until we get we it be out here on de grind (Daz) I wake up with the birds, early as fuck Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks Lil' bitches around the way they know what's up They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed up It aint shit to flip a double up And I love when I'm comin' up I got thangs for these suckas when they runnin' up Tellin' all yall fools yall aint one of us... nigga (Kurupt) (Daz) Get a glimpse of a fact - plus that, Blaze Move into the hood with all the O.G's That help me get paid homie, we a unit Doin it how a gangsta do it Run through it And stampede the block like bitch Your on the wrong side to be servin your shit (yeah) Jack nigga, Daz and Kurupt the Kingpin Back on the smash with heaters to reclaim the ass (Hook - 2x) (Kurupt) (Daz) Yeah nigga, half a day gone by Ganstafied, givin' it just livin' my life It's hard to survive Without grabbin' my 9, and pump 5-50-5 45, Milli Mack eleven Gunshots non stop to funk pop Then pop baby glocks (Homie you ridin or not?) Me and the homies are the first to bust And y'all cowards dyin' tryna be like us Gangsta (Daz) (Kurupt) With three mouths to feed, it's the life I lead I guess I'd die in the life of greed Mothafuckas 'round here die to bleed For set, joints nigga or half a key I remember when I came up Niggas ranged up, some Crip'd up Some niggas flamed up Crossed your name out, stragg'd my name up (Quick to thow the gang up) What up?! (Yeah!) I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap Like that, White and Black, Mexican and Jap Homeboy do anything fo' a scrap (Kurupt) Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa DPGC fuck y'all niggas Deep inside we feel like fuck y'all hood Hell nah bitch nigga it ain't all to the good (Hook - 3x) (Kurupt - Over the 3rd Hook) Yeah that's what's wrong with y'all niggas Yeah homie, you gotta get ya hustle on Don't let these bitch niggas move you of the block The gangstas is here fo'eva, Yeah, huh, huh, yeah Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt the Kingpin Daz Dillinger, Kurupt Young Gotti Huh, '99 millenium 2000 Like fuck a bitch! Put it on the catalogs homie Classics