When They Hate You

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[B-Real:]

When I spit I'm committed it's a blessing I'm grateful

Coulda been one of the many feelin bitter and hateful

Coulda gave up on my dreams, steady bangin and slangin

Servin fiends on the corner with the red rag hangin

Sayin I ain't leavin cause it's all good in the hood

'Til they put me in a box, six carried the wood

Or I'm sittin in a cell block, writin my family

Tellin them how sorry I am, just please understand me

Thinkin how it could've been if I had listened to any others

I could've been somebody out there makin a difference

Maybe the angel on my shoulder kept me out of the system

Cause decisions that I made they should've left me in prison

Like my older brother caught up cause he wasn't as lucky

He goes in and out the joint, see the recipe's ugly

See we run around in life until we find a purpose

Yeah we run around blind I'm only scratchin the surface

[Chorus: Mimi (B-Real)]

When the streets love you, it's lovely

But when they hate you, you're ugly

There's no tomorrow you find

Any dreams and ambitions gone

(Gotta find our way out of here)

(By any means we climbin our way out of here)

(We on the grind and fightin our way out of here)

(We on the line and drivin out way out of here)

[B-Real:]

It's hard to kick a habit, and conquer addiction

All the, drugs and bitches, depleting your riches

Low self-esteem along with a little depression

Makes a cocktail for failure and brings on tension

So you steal from your family and you robbin your friends

Now you alone in the world havin to scrape for ends

You're an outcast, yeah nobody trust yo' ass

Because you let 'em down so many times, remember the past?

They turn their backs and act like you never existed

Cause you always missed the point and you got everything twisted

For some it's too late and they never come, out the abyss

There's another side for those who want to change how they live

They want respect from their peers and the roof overhead

They want the Benz in the garage a hot bird in the bed

They got the hunger for success but it comes at a price

You gotta sacrifice the vices that, put you on ice

[Chorus]

[B-Real:]

You take your chances any time you take a step on the street

And in the heat of confrontation your heart skips a beat

And if you show it they will use it it's the code of the hustler

Talkin to each other sayin we gonna get that buster

They don't respect you, but they keep smilin in your face

They wanna taste how you livin and the money you gettin

They smell the fear and they, wait for you to make a mistake

Then they infiltrate and take every last bit of your cake

So if you livin in the fast lane, look in your mirrors

Cause the drama's much closer than the objects appear

If you slip one time they might end you that minute

And everything that you worked for is gone in seconds

Then you see a light and you keep on gettin closer

These envious fuckers put you in a state of coma

Family by your side, prayin for your frame to recover

While your dough and your woman runnin off with another