haters

Young Buck Haters Lyrics

Intro:

Eh Uh Uh Uh

Verse 1:

Don't Ask me where the fuck Im from Or what set I claim

I get money, I got a little bit of both games in me

Niggas hate so the marshburg hang with me

Feds wanna tap up my fone because they cant get me

I minus well give it to ya since Dre sent me

Just sit back and kick ya feet up ok 50

Im on 1 and I just begun

I dare one of these blood cloats come test me gun

The rude boy of the south let me in this bitch

I just wish Tupac was here to witness this

Give me room to breathe and Imma blow you away

I move a 100 bricks a week and do a show every day

Heyyyyy, somebody gotta do it yall

See I done been locked up and I dont know who the call

It's my time, so everybody jump on the train

With the AK aimed I can shootdown a plane Mutherfucker

Chorus 1x: [Kokane]

Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong?

(Makes you wanna do Wrong?)

Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long

(Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea)

Verse 2:

My gun damn near bigger then me

I aint the nigga to be

Cause everytime a body drop, niggas mentioning me

I see a judge in my dreams when he sentencing me

My homeboy come in the courtroom and hit him with 3

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I got the mind of a nigga bout to get him a key

All the feins lined up, they just waitin on me

Better hurry, hurry Its about to go down

And dont ya worry I brought a 100 rounds

We gon count to ten and then put the clips in

Whoever is the last man standin wins

You throw some money in the hood and it always works

My niggas crazy, They'll dig a dead body from the dirt

Better watch my mouth, cause I been watchin ya house

Im in the bushes like when this nigga gonna come out?

Its enough of this he say she say shit

Now its time to find out who you with

Chorus 1x: [Kokane]

Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong?

(Makes you wanna do Wrong?)

Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long

(Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea)

Kokane:

The streets aint got no love

Oh but im a nigga on top of things

These niggas dont feel my pain

Oh these niggas dont got a clue what I been through man

But I aint even lookin for love

Oh but i aint lookin for all ya sympthay

I gots to just do my thing

Chorus 1x: [Kokane]

Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong?

(Makes you wanna do Wrong?)

Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long

(Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea)