hate blood lyrics – jermaine dupri

what? ya’ll got hate in your blood
(this is f*cked up)
ya’ll got hate in your blood
(this is f*cked up man)
ya’ll got hate in your blood

listen, i know ya’ll n*gg*s want me
i hear ya’ll n*gg*s plottin’, i see ya’ll n*gg*s lookin’
but i ain’t stoppin’, i’m gone in something fast
through the city with no top that reach 220 on the dash

i’m so hot in everybody’s hood with other n*gg*s’ hoes
i’m throwin’ paper at them b*tches, screamin’ so so
now every spot i hit, i’m hearing different sh*t
about homies that want me that weren’t with me when i started this

it’s f*cked up but i, but i can’t let these n*gg*s blurry my vision
on where i’m going and how i’m living, ya know?
i got a daughter now, young age three
if her daddy don’t shine, then my shorty won’t eat

feel me? do i floss? yes
sometimes i hit the block so d*mn hard i start hatin’ myself
it’s bad, i feel your pain dawg
but the only thing i’m about to change is the game, motherf*cker!

if you’re sick of seeing n*gg*s pop cris
and talkin’ ’bout stacking chips, you know what?
(you got hate in your blood)
sick of seeing bentley’s and hearing n*gg*s talk about sittin’ on dubs
(you got hate in your blood)

if you’re sick of seeing artists, it’s the end
and hearing artists, it’s the end, you know what?
(you got hate in your blood)
listen, i know you n*gg*s want me
i hear you n*gg*s plottin’, i see you n*gg*s lookin’
but i ain’t stoppin, it’s on

papi had raw, then i bought him out, you know me, f*ck n*gg*s
kill ’em all, let god sort ’em out, rapid fire got my hands shakin’
and everybody hate dyin’ but most n*gg*s die hatin’
while ya’ll run to the bank, i run to the brink

a real thug keep the tommy gun under the mink
i got a gl*ss kitchen, you can see what’s under my sink
and i do sh*t just to do it, too much money to think
so you can hate all you want, i’mma still be ‘kiss

dirty, a lot of paper, filthy rich, jd’s the architect, he built these hits
ruff ryder’s, so so def, feel this sh*t
and you can tell any one of your boys
you might find ’em in a hood near you and any one of his toys

’cause i know you got hate in your blood
still dump eight in your mug
so c*ck sucker take it and love, uh

if you’re sick of seeing n*gg*s pop cris
and talkin’ ’bout stacking chips, you know what?
(you got hate in your blood)
sick of seeing bentley’s and hearing n*gg*s talk about sittin’ on dubs
(you got hate in your blood)

if you’re sick of seeing artists, it’s the end
and hearing artists, it’s the end, you know what?
(you got hate in your blood)
listen, i know you n*gg*s want me
i hear you n*gg*s plottin’, i see you n*gg*s lookin’
but i ain’t stoppin, it’s on

somebody tell me why, man, somebody tell me why
do n*gg*s just hate, hate, hate the way they do man
let me explain something to ya’ll about me man
why ya’ll think i was the first rap n*gg* on mtv cribs?

’cause i’m a young, fly, flashy motherf*cker
ya’ll think i’mma stop, f*ck naw
i’mma keep ridin’ down the block with my hat bent
in the black bent, with them dubs on that sh*t

we gon’ still be in the club poppin’ cristal, pourin’ belvedere on b*tches
we don’t give a f*ck, man
a matter of fact i wish i could smack the sh*t
out of one ya’ll n*gg*s right now with some money

but you know what i’m saying
’cause ya’ll n*gg*s just hate, hate, hate
well, ya’ll gonna have to just keep hatin’ motherf*ckers

if you’re sick of seeing n*gg*s pop cris
and talkin’ ’bout stacking chips, you know what?
(you got hate in your blood)
sick of seeing bentley’s and hearing n*gg*s talk about sittin’ on dubs
(you got hate in your blood)

if you’re sick of seeing artists, it’s the end
and hearing artists, it’s the end, you know what?
(you got hate in your blood)
listen, i know you n*gg*s want me
i hear you n*gg*s plottin’, i see you n*gg*s lookin’
but i ain’t stoppin, it’s on

if you’re sick of seeing n*gg*s pop cris
and talkin’ ’bout stacking chips, you know what?
(you got hate in your blood)
sick of seeing bentley’s and hearing n*gg*s talk about sittin’ on dubs
(you got hate in your blood)

if you’re sick of seeing artists, it’s the end
and hearing artists, it’s the end, you know what?
(you got hate in your blood)
listen, i know you n*gg*s want me
i hear you n*gg*s plottin’, i see you n*gg*s lookin’
but i ain’t stoppin, it’s on

b*tch!

/ jermaine dupri lyrics